Some of you may have seen Little Man over the new year, seeing that he had come to pay Newark a visit. The nature of him, as you may or may not conceived for my tale recounting or simply from reading the blog, is frolicsome... to say the least. You see, there I was meandering through traffic on my way to Newark not too long ago when I received a phone call. Not being one to answer while driving, I usually check anyway.. who knows? This particular call was from Little Man and at first I hardly thought of it as momentous. Newark was not far off so I had planned to return his call once I arrived safely in the confines of my own home. Instead of waiting, he sent a message instead.. simply put, he was getting on a train that was to arrive in Wilmington the next day. Quite a surprise, who would of thought Little Man possessed such gumption, which arose into these arrangements. The next day I arrived in Wilmington at 6:25 p.m. to meet him. You see, I haven't seen him since August and he being was considerably "more elevated" (and had been the entire train ride.)
"What's good dude?"