The Bonsai man

I'm sure all of you have special idiosincracies that identify your town or major city. Well my little part of the valley can be boring to say the least, especially to our local teenagers. I have learned to love its charm and even its rough spots over the years. I love being able to walk into my vets and buy duck and potato dog food, pup corn, and hold the new vet kitten, Pollyanna. Where else can you walk in and they know your pets, your family, and that you love kittens? This kitty, of course, was a rescue. She was teeny tiny itty bitty and just a love. She is a polydactile, 6 toed and wide paws. She purred and snuggled. How cool is that? Where else does a small little man in an older white van set up his beautifully tended bonsai plants to sell. Well in my little place in the valley at the corner of the country club and the vineyards. It never ceases to amaze me. I was stopped at the stop sign this afternoon and watched a local businessman in his Infinity and tie negotiate a deal with the bonsai man. The businessman was animated to say the least, but the bonsai man just kept gesturing to his finally pruned and clipped plants. I really believe the bonsai man got the best of the negotiations. I love my little corner of the valley. By the way, Porfi is still greeting customers at his restaurant on Cherokee in his same humble and smiling way. Dinner was absolutely delicioso.