He got out of the car, and grabbed a couple of bags from the back.

I called for him.

"Keith!"
I shouted.

"Keef!"
"Keef Richards!"
"Keef, over here!"

He turned and looked over his shoulder and looked right at me but didn't see me.

'What now?'
I thought.

"He left the doors open, he'll be back out!"
I said out loud.

Sure enough he came back out.
I took a stick and banged on the fence.

"Keef!"
"Keeeeeef!"
"Daddy!"
"Keeeeeef Richards!"
"Keith!"
"Riff master!"
"Keith!"
"Daddy!"

He turned around and looked right at me.- The rocker responds to 'daddy' well.

"Keith, over here!"
"Keith!"
"Keith, it Alex! Your son"

"Alex?"
I said clearly hearing me.

"Over here!"
I shout.

He walked along side his house and back toward me.

"Alex? Is that really you?"
He asked.

"Hi Keef."

"Hey bud. Ok, Alex I need you to walk around that way to the gates. I'll meet you down there."
He said pointing.

I nod.

I did as Keith told me to do, and sure enough he was waiting there.🏴