David S. from Pescadero arrived at my house in an old, slow blue-gray car.
He has a redwood slab he wants to sell; it would make a great kitchen counter top, he tells me.
My husband John isnât home so David says heâll go down the street to see his friend who lives in the pink house on the corner.
I tell David that when John comes home Iâll send him down there.
Soon afterwards John comes home and together we walk to the pink house. David comes down the stairs and shows us the redwood slab. Itâs beautiful.
David says he needs moneyâheâs moving from Pescadero to Coloradoâmore trees than in Pescadero, he tells us.
We give him $5âbut he wants $20 for the slab– which is really a good priceâDavid says if John were working for him, heâd sell it for $15. He needs $20.
Davidâs wearing âhis old ladyâsâ? pants because he says his own clothes are dirty and heâs late for dinner at the Carter sister’s home in Half Moon Bayâ¦.
We take the slabâ¦we tell David we know someone who will pay $20â¦.