We were out at Subway for lunch, sitting out on their patio. An elderly gentleman was sitting next to us on a bench. It was pretty windy on the street, and one of the plastic bags that the sub came in blew down around his feet.
We were about to go and pick it up, and he lifted his feet to let the bag blow on down the road, and said "Let it go, there are people who will pick it up. It gives them jobs, work to do."
He went on talking about politics, and the economy. After a couple of minutes he stood up to excuse himself, and said "So that's my speech. Today is my 80th birthday, and that was my birthday speech. Thanks for listening."
We wished him a happy birthday, and he was on his way, walking across the street without a care, making cars stop for him.
DB
DB
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His birthday was Kristine's birthday. So, you don't write anything since April but then I ask you about blogging and you've started up again. By the way it should be apostrophe z as in Boi'z.
I've been thinking about blogging. Most of the blogs I read are religious ones. I don't necessarily want to go that way but that might be part of it. I just don't know about spending more time on something like this.
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