Opening the Door…
In the spring of 1982, I was attending a potluck for single folks interested in the outdoors, when there was a knock at the front door. Since no one else was close by, I opened the door and greeted the person who was standing there. He and I had been introduced briefly at a prior dinner hosted by the same group. I remembered that he had a bandaged finger, jammed when playing volleyball. That had also happened to me several times in past volleyball games and I could relate to the pain he must have felt. “Now, who are you?” he asked. We reintroduced ourselves and he held up a list of the members of the single’s group. “Oh, I have your name circled on the list! See?” He held it up, and sure enough my name was circled on his list! It seemed that he had been making the hour-long trip from his hometown to attend those dinners, and in a relatively short time had developed strong friendships with people who shared a common love of the outdoors. One of those friends was Leslie Moe...
