HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,
Well here we are, another week gone, still waiting for it to really be spring. You know, warm weather and all the snow gone. Anyway, at least I am writing again. I started three different stories, so one by one I’m getting them done.
I have been weary of late, seem to have a lot on my plate. Though now I am back from the grey, feeling adjusted once again. For those of you who are differently-abled like me, I want you to know that although it is taking what must seem a lifetime for some of us to feel true acceptance, it will happen.
Until I see you at the barber shop, some thoughts.
A RIDE ON THE BUS
It was a Wednesday, or it could have been a Saturday. I got on a bus downtown. I did not need the bus, I just felt like it was sunny, the wind was cool, it was right. As the bus turned and weaved, I watched all the people on and off the bus. On the bus, eyes darting almost to music, first left then right, as the movement on the street intensified. I felt I was watching something unique. And I was, I was watching us.
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)