I had the good fortune to visit...
A lovely elderly minister in a nursing home. What a colorful character!. I immediately fell in love with him. His eyes had seen so much suffering. His personality never allowed self-pity to reveal itself. He was as bright and clever as I suspect he had been at my age. I thoroughly enjoyed that afternoon with him.
He was still writing adventure books for young adults. He had passion for the Native Americans, and lived on a reservation among them for years.
As I was leaving he said I inspired him to introduce a new character in his book... The name of my character was an Indian woman. Her name?
"One Who Laughs"
:):)