I went to the San Jose Heritage Rose Garden today. It was cold and there weren’t any roses. But today, I had some good news and I was near by. I wanted to write in my journal at the garden. Well, I saw an old man who wanted to talk to me and I exchanged pleasantries, but showed an attitude that I generally don’t open up to strangers. I was nice, and I think I know who he is for some reason. Very familiar looking old man.
After a minute or two, I’m writing in my journal, and I watch him leave. I know I meet him. It’s only when I’m back home that I realize that it was Ralph Moore. I’m sure of it, I just saw Paul’s pictures.
I feel such an ass. I blew up a chance to speak with Ralph Moore, ask him personal questions and maybe we could had strolled down to the miniature rose section and talk about his roses.
I’m 99.9 percent sure it was him, but–I don’t know. He was old, but he looked lively and walked without any aid such as a walker or cane.
who knows I can have the same opportunity in the future. But, at least I can say that I faced Ralph Moore at least once.