Earlier in the week, I started thinking about Hazel. It had probably been over ten years since the last time I’d talked to her, so I decided to give her a call.
Hazel isn’t her real name, but that’s what I often called her. It was a joke really. You see, back in the 70’s when we worked together at a machine tool company in Cincinnati; we would sometimes talk about our love for old television shows. “Hazel” was one of them, and as a joke, I started calling her by that name and all these years later, the name still sticks.
We talked for over half an hour. We always seem to manage to pick up right where we left off. It was cool to hear her voice again.
The Hazel is the clip looks nothing like the Hazel I know. My Hazel is damn beautiful, both inside and out.