Hello walls -
After getting off work at the School Of The New Moon, where I am a teacher's assistant/child wrangler for 2-to-6-year olds, I didn't want to go right home (for reasons that I won't go into at this juncture) and, seeing as how I had a couple hours before my son got off the bus with his friend Julienne, I went for a walk to the Catskill Train Museum, whcih is just down the street. Completely deserted, not yet open for the season, it was like a train ghost town, with old cars on the abandoned rails, all dating back many decades. I sat for a little while and did some meditating, but started to fall asleep, so I came into civilization - aka Main Street Phoenicia, got some coffee, dark chocolate, and a turkey-on-whole wheat and became The Guy Hanging Out On The Bench By The Bus Stop. My first time in that role. Happy to say a few friends walked by and stopped to chat, whcih made my mood lift somewhat. The Guy Hanging Out etc.. usually looks pathetic and alone. Thank god for small acts of kindness.
After which I came here to the Phoenicia Library, in the Angler's Parlor, where the Bill and Linda Gates computers hum and the air smells of old books and linseed oil.
Having a bad day, dear walls. Can I borrow 10 grand from you?
1 Comments:
your rumiations about trains and benches takes me back.
many years ago i sat on a bench waiting for a train(actually a trolly) that wasn't coming, at least till morning.for some reason the trolly does't run after two a.m in the French Quarter.as i sat there feeling no pain a couple of young sailors sat with me and regailed me with stories of fun and adventure on the high seas.
having nothing better to do i joined-up the very next day.....so you see, you never know what the fickle finger of fate has in store for you . blah, blah blah.
adios amigo.
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