In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

At the Crossroad

I'm staying at the crossroad. The crossroad to where? The crossroad of life. It's a tiny section of society, but it's represented by all: the goth waitress, with a bounce in her step, that brings a smile to the old fry cook; standing outside the door of the Waffle House; smoking a cigarette, musing on life.

 What's their story? Where have they been? What interesting conversation awaits over a cup of coffee; a small moment to reflect, reminisce, find a common thread and find the bond that glues us all together?

 What about the elderly gentleman? He's retrieving something from his car; the back seat is a closet rod, including feminine clothes that are not his. Is his wife along for the journey? Is it another family member? Maybe he's decided escape with his mistress and make one last stab at life before it's all over?

 Who knows? I gather a lifetime of questions, with only a short glance, on a warm evening, with the seagulls crying and the sound of a siren in the background. All is well, but nothing is complete. It goes on forever and I can only stand, watch and wonder.


  1. When I have the chance to people watch, I often make up stories about those I see. Maybe I don't want to really know the true stories. The ones of my imagination are usually fun and a bit exciting. Like I really do hope that elderly gentleman was having his last hurrah by escaping with his mistress.

    1. People are people; not matter who they are. Observing them is one of my favorite pastimes.

  2. I prefer overhearing them at the next table over.

    1. I'm guilty. I've heard some really interesting conversations.

  3. I always beg Joe: "Let's get a milkshake and sit in the Walmart parking lot and watch the people." He doesn't get it. To him it's pointless. To me, it's better than any script a writer could come up with.

    PLUS: what Ed said. When we're in a restaurant, I'm glued to the conversation in the next booth.

    1. About a year ago, I was eating breakfast at a Waffle House at 4:00 am, when a couple wandered in; both drunk; she much more so.

      He steadied his main squeeze, until they reached the table. Within a minute, the waitress delivered my breakfast, and I was rewarded with the girlfriend either trying to stop from vomiting, or coughing up a hair ball.

      I cringed, hurried my breakfast and left before she hurled.

      Boyfriend kept telling her: "Don't"

      I don't think she had an option.