As
I approach the red light at the upcoming intersection I can see him
standing there in the median. I do not recognize the young man at all, bouncing from car to car raking in handouts, building up his resistance to humility. Disconnecting from humanity.
I roll down my window and ask the young man where "Pops" is at today.
Uninterested in answering, he turns to walk away, stops, looks back at me and mumbles something I don't quite understand, adjusts his red, relatively new ball cap and moves on.
Today, if for only a brief moment, I travelled through time. It seems unlikely but one must not argue with logic.
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Today's Jazz Hands is mostly cloudy with periods of rain, possibly heavy at times. This blog entry was brought to you in part by conjecture.
Oh, and since it's Valentines Day, here's a nice photo of our mascot with his girlfriend:
And here'a a nice photo of a duck:
Day forty-five complete.
I roll down my window and ask the young man where "Pops" is at today.
Uninterested in answering, he turns to walk away, stops, looks back at me and mumbles something I don't quite understand, adjusts his red, relatively new ball cap and moves on.
Today, if for only a brief moment, I travelled through time. It seems unlikely but one must not argue with logic.
***
Today's Jazz Hands is mostly cloudy with periods of rain, possibly heavy at times. This blog entry was brought to you in part by conjecture.
Oh, and since it's Valentines Day, here's a nice photo of our mascot with his girlfriend:
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| Be Mine!!! |
And here'a a nice photo of a duck:
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| Nice photo of duck. |
Day forty-five complete.
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