The Dirt Doctor Last Saturday
Last Saturday the Dirt Doctor Howard Garrett made an appearance at our store for a book signing. We added full pallets of organic products that we usually carry only 6-10 of. We bought organic wine and beer to compliment the premiere organic gardener of North East Texas! I even went home to shower and change clothes before he showed up.
Howard was at Kingwood Garden Center in the morning. Arbor Gate in early afternoon, RCW in mid afternoon and at our store at 5:30 PM.
I had about 5 minutes to talk to Howard before folks wanted to talk to him and have their book signed. I poured a glass of wine and talked to the people that have decided to make organics a lifestyle decision. A rather curious group of folks vied for Howard's attention. Regular customers that did not know that Howard would be there were thrilled to have a free beer or wine. Only one drink per attendee.
We even had newlyweds attend Howard's visit. They got married at 10 AM, went to tour Mercer arboretum and came to see Howard at our store. They were there almost 2 hours. The bride was looking forward to a possible movie, that night, with her new groom. My daughter Sherri, the consummate host, gave them Organic Crawling Bug Killer for a wedding present. It just doesn't get better than that.
We were open until 7PM that night because of the Dirt Doctors visit. The attendees did not filter out until about 7:30. We started to close but an SUV pulled up. Two lovely ladies needed hanging baskets for their Mother's birthday. They were sisters. I understand that they had just came from dinner and my guess is they had some non-organic drinks, several actually. I satisfied their hanging basket needs and checked them out at the cash register. We discussed our ages. I, a little older than these nice ladies. My 28 year old son, Cody, loaded their car and passed the older daughter at the door that I escorted her to. He was passing her when she turned, looked at him and put her hand out and said Hellloooo!. I said "that is my son". She gazed longingly while holding his hand . I said "hey that is my son". I thought for a second that I was invisible and could not be heard. Like a bad dream. I was heard and seen but was still not really heard or seen!
My son, at dinner, expressed his displeasure of me getting between him and an available female. Sorry son, I saw you being stalked by a cougar. There was no gentle "meow" in that "Hellloooo"!
Dan just dropped by...we (Russell, myself & Dan)decided we NEED to be at the next book signing. Wow.
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