That day when Henry Jacobs got to his home, he found the parking lot occupied by a white harrier. He did not know anyone who owned the fuel guzzler and he was keen to see who it was that had decided to make a stop on his front door. He parked his car across the street. Where most people who did not live around and did not know anyone in the area did park theirs.
"I will move it later col!" He said to his neighbor col who was watching from the living room window.
Col just waved and went back to reading his newspaper.
It was a different day. Usually the whole family would meet him at his front porch but that day only Ray was coming to his aid.
"Grandpa!" Ray said happily.
"Hello there" Henry said swiping him off his feet.
For a man of his age he was still strong enough for two reasons
