Thursday, November 12, 2009

There is a man who I see periodically on my drive into work. When I see him, he is always doing the same thing - walking up and down his block dressed in a winter coat, knit hat on his head, hood over that and his hands behind his back. All he seems to be doing is thinking.

When I see him, it gets me thinking. I wonder what he has going through his head that keeps him looking so stern. I also wonder why he is always wearing that coat. Does it help him to think better? Is it his version of a binky? Is he really that cold all year long? Perhaps the voices in his head are telling him to do so? As usual, I never come up with an answer but I do think about stopping the car one of these days and just asking him. Just tapping him on the shoulder and starting with 'Hi'. It's a chance that I would take. A chance that maybe he is a crazy man who would take a look at me, scream and start running away yelling something wacky, a crazy man who might just tell me that he is talking to his little friend on his shoulder or perhaps, he is just a simple old man who has lived an incredible life and would like nothing more than to share the tales of his days with someone.

Although - the fact that he is wearing just that same winter coat get-up all year long tends to make me lean a bit more toward crazy and that might be why I have yet to stop the car.

I am intrigued, though.

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