It was a fairly comfortable flight to San Francisco -- not long enough to become really tiresome. And he found that Roman was seated two rows behind him. His voice and manner of speech is unmistakable.

Now, having arrived at San Francisco International Airport, the two of them are walking from the jetway.

Larry starts looking lost, "There was supposed to be a driver here for me. Do you see anyone holding a sign for me, they might not realize that I can't see it."

A flight attendant, seeing Larry's white cane and overhearing his words joins them. "I see no sign, let me call the company for you. Do you have their card?" Roman comes to his aid, "I have transportation waiting. Why don't you ride with me? I'm staying with a good friend. I believe we pass by the Conference Hotel on the way to his house."

Larry is looking for a way to do it independently, "I couldn't trouble you like that."

The Flight attendant has just hung up the telephone, "I'm sorry -- it's just a busy signal from the company. Would you like me to call you a cab?"

Roman, ever accommodating, "You know you should come with me to Ben's house then I could unpack my drawings and tell you about them. I would appreciate your opinion from a textural point of view. I've added a lot of gold-leaf to accent the drawings. I would like your opinion."

Larry replies, "I would be imposing."

Roman, taking Larry's arm, leads him toward the curb, "Well Ben will tell us if you're imposing. Here's my ride now. You and Ben have a lot in common. You must meet him."

Copyright 2000 Stewart Dickson and Rebecka Dickson