What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski? […] Is it being prepared to do the right thing? Whatever the cost? Isn’t that what makes a man?
– Sure, that and a pair of testicles.Quote from The Big Lebowski (1998)
He was about to have dinner with a friend of his. As he was sitting in his friend’s backyard with his friend’s dad and a Moto Guzzi V65 to glance at, the late afternoon sun tickled his neck.
The father had no shirt on and was one of a quiet demeanor. 60’s rock ‘n roll tunes about love, loss and utopia were softly playing through a Marshall amplifier, and the friend was whistling and singing along in the kitchen, making wraps. Dinner was about to be had outside. The table was already set.
At dinner there was an ‘asking for advice – pondering – well-thought of reply’ going back and forth between father and son. Remarks about the difference in output of Italian and Indian motorcycle factories. Our protagonist was mainly silent, digging into the wraps, making an occasional remark about history and providing context.
There were conversational plots about coming home late after card games and a few beers, a plan to go to France in the summer, garlic sauce on noses that should be wiped off, playing guitar later that evening and motorcycle riding.
Dinner and the weather were declared simple but satisfactory by all three men at the table. It was a Sunday in late spring.
Until the next time.