Taking a quick break from helping to seal the outside basement walls on my mom and Rick’s house I was digging through my storage things looking for my bike pump. I really want to find my bike pump. This is ridiculous.
Looking for the pump I found a little piece of paper that I’ve been holding onto for about three years, trying to figure out what to do with silly little things that happen out on the street, quirky little conversations, that kinda stuff. Well now I have this blog. Time to get rid of the paper notes. Make it digital less physical baggage. More digital baggage.
I was reading on the bench outside of 1369 Coffee in Central Square, Cambride MA - waiting for te Cantab Lounge Bluegrass Night to start up when one of the homeless regulars sat down on the bench facing me, observing me…
“Are you relaxing under the stars?” He asked.
“What?”
“Are you relaxing under the stars?”
“Can’t really see the stars.”
“If you knew what’s up there you wouldn’t be reading that book.”
July 17, 2001
Editorial Note: I think there’s some kinda deeper meaning to what he said. It’s amazing what slips out of the mouth of these folks that we so often write off as being ‘crazies.’
Also before I throw away the note I should check out Mollie O’Brien’s Bluegrass and transfer the titles of books on Himalayan adventures to my little Moleskine that keeps that kind of information more permanent
Posted by volker at August 21, 2004 03:37 PM