Interesting Characters in your world
I have someone who is like the later to me. His name is Frank. We live on a cul-de-sac. Frank does too. I think he must be in his 70's. He's a very small, frail man. He speaks with a heavy Italian accent. He's very clean and well groomed. His clothes are always well pressed. He's a smoker. Sometimes early in the morning, when I take the dogs out, he is in his garage smoking, and coughing terribly. I always worry about him. Whenever I see him, I say, Hello Frank! He nods, but never really says anything. He lives with a woman, who seems younger (50-ish). I thought she might be his daughter, but found out, she's his wife. She's very pleasant. We live about 5 blocks from a grocery store, and Frank works as a bagger there. I always go in his line and greet him. He nods. I don't think he realizes I'm his crazy neighbor, with "the dogs". I see him walking to work everyday. I've never seen him in a car, although they have an older, white Buick. When it was really hot, I saw him walking home from work, and stopped, and offered him a ride. He smiled, thanked me, and declined. When he walks, he always looks so deep in thought. What do you think he's thinking about? His youth? His wife? The fact that he still has to work? Or perhaps, he works to fill his time. I'm fasinated with him. I'd love to sit down with him, have a glass of vino and find out about his life. I bet he has a lot to share. Who is in your life, but not really, that you think about? |
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| Hi Deb,
I loved your post and makes you think about the person whom you run into often but know nothing about. Our news sometimes features such very people and I love that personal touch and the fellow that does the broadcasting - the world is full of interesting folks. Your old fellow reminds me of the countless ole guys I see on "the drive", the Italian district in the city. Cigs usually hang out of their mouths even when they talk, they play bocce in the park and sip cappuchinos with their buddies at the outdoor cafes. The person I've been running into frequently is a young girl whom is a crack addict. She ask for money at the place where I sometimes shop for groceries, often stopping me in the parking lot. I first met her a few months ago, she was also accompanied by a young guy and told me a story about her being pregnant and needing cash to get back home. I doubted it and didn't give them any cash but instead opted to give her bottled water and some groceries I just bought. This happened a couple times and I did manage to get into some conversations with her regarding rehab places in the city. Didn't see her for a long time and I wondered what happened to her. I read your post and starting thinking about her and what an irony I went to that particular store and see her emerge from the bushes around the parking lot. I am assuming security has asked her not to approach people anymore. She looked skinnier and more haggard than I had last seen her. She is not pregnant as by now she'd be showing, was just using that as a ploy for sympathy or ?. Either way I think about her...she must have a family out there that worries about her, will she ever recover from the drug that's overtaken her life? Just like your old guy I am curious as to what her story is. Everyone has one and I find most of the time if given a chance to tell theirs ..it's pretty interesting. Marianne |
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