So, here we are…a couple of months before the “big day”, and I am struck by thoughts of the first time I met the man I am about to marry…Mike Moore. It’s more like, do I remember the first day we met??? Of course I do, because, as Mike would say, I have the memory of an elephant. I know that many of you have romantic stories about the “the first time ever I saw your face…” (Props to Roberta Flack) and I can’t help but think about the first time I met the infamous Mike Moore. I wouldn’t say it was exactly romantic however, very in line with the Mike Moore and Sara Anderson style of communication. So it goes a little something like this [hit it, ode the Beastie Boys]…It was a warm summer day and I’m about 19ish. I am wearing a hideous pair of gap overalls, plain white T, and Doc martin sandals, you know the kind that look like Birkenstocks, ( as if they couldn’t make Doc Martins any more ugly than they already are) no make-up because I was trying to be in touch with my youthful Santa Cruz self and hair straight and long.
I walk into the back of the Spokesman bike shop to meet my friend Greg Caron when suddenly, I lay eyes on this young man who was buzzing around the shop. He was wearing white Simples with bright green bottoms (they looked like golf shoes) white checkered shorts and a white T. As if that weren’t enough he even had green hair, and I would later discover that Green day was one of his favorite bands at the time.
So, I turn to my friend Greg and inquire, “Who is that 14 year old running around like he owns the place”? To my disbelief, Greg chuckles and replies, “oh…that’s the manager”, I counter, “no way”! I quickly walk to the front of the shop where Mike is now cleaning the display case and I ask rhetorically, “so…what does your mother think of all those tattoos”? Without missing a beat Mike retorts, “What does your mother think of your mouth????” I thought at that very moment, “what a Jerk”! That was not the time I fell in love with Michael Sean Moore, but rather the time that I realized I had met my match or came to terms with the fact that there was someone more quick witted and sarcastic than I. How could this be? I pondered.
To be continued…
