exiting the movie theater yesterday into the blast furnace that was kendall square, my friend and i walked while weighing our options for the closest a/c. i see a guy wearing a skull mask. with a blue oxford shirt, madras shorts and loafers. he is with a friend and they both are carrying small plastic shopping bags. they stop on a traffic island. we watch. the skull man takes off his shirt. he is tall and lean. he starts shimmying into a sun dress, takes off his shorts, then tops off the summery ensemble with a saucy pink beach hat. his friend goes mexicali.
yes, we watched the wardrobe change. yes, all kinds of people stopped and took pix, cuz everybody has smartphones, so i know i'm not the only person sharing this bit of freak. we strangers all watching got to share a laugh too.
skullman and bandit carried on, as did we, to the next excellent adventure.
rockefeller claimed to have begun his fortune as a small boy, when he nightly hoarded the pennies in his pockets. then there's that concept of fluttering butterfly wings starting a tsunami thousands of miles away...
frequently, i'm asked the question, "what's the best wine you've ever had?" usually i reply, "i hope i haven't had it yet." very few appreciate the distinction i make between being stuck in the past savoring something already had, and remaining always hopeful for something even mo' bettah in the future.
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