I met him briefly - about six years ago. He stopped his black car - rolled down the black tinted window and asked, "What are you doing?"

A few hundred yards back we had crawled under a fence through a drainage ditch. We were on what appeared to be a narrow, steep, black asphalt road through a grove of oak trees. He had long - very long - white/grey hair and thin sculpted features.   

I answered for the three of us, whom he chose to question - (several dozen faster and younger runners had already past) "We are playing hare and hound - and trying to catch a person that marked this trail with flour spots."

He replied, "Very good...but do you know this is my driveway?"

As he drove down the hill - the other two with me said, "Do you know who that was?"

For the next half hour of running (we were only on his property a few hundred yards) - my two companions entertained me with tales of the films they had seen him in. I am not good with movies or flat screen faces - and all I could recall of him was the phrase "Well Done - Grasshopper."

Sincerely,

Gargoyle