Every
time I drove by, be it in the morning, afternoon or early evening, he would be
sitting there on the steps that led down the slope of the sidewalk in front of
his house. The street was a steep slope therefore the sidewalk had steps to
facilitate the pedestrians who chose to walk up or down that steep slope. The
cars needed to shift into a specific gear which made the engines roar much
louder than on a plain flat road.
He
was an older gentleman who looked like he was in his 70s. Nonetheless, he could
have been younger, perhaps life had taken a toll on his body. I used to enjoy noticing
that every week he would be reading a different book. Sometimes a newspaper or
magazine. Nothing would distract his attention from those words stamped on
those pages. People could walk by. Cars could drive up and down the street, in
addition to the motorcycles with their horrible engines. Nonetheless, his focus
was totally on those ideas, stories and opinions imprinted on those pages. When
I drove by, I imagined that one day I would walk up that steep street instead
of driving by and talk to him about the material he was reading. Just out of
curiosity.
It
had been a year and a half since I had driven up that street (stuck at home
social distancing). However, today, I decided to do so as I had to go out for
my groceries, I took the longer route to my home. When I looked at his house,
there he was wearing a mask and letting all those ideas soak into his mind; a safe
way to be sane during these crazy times. Reading about stories that can take you
away from reality. I had to stop the car because apparently there was traffic on
that steep street, which was absurd to me.
As
I looked at him in awe, I think he felt my stare – a person’s stare can pierce
you - he looked up and waved at me. Perhaps he could see through my mask that I
was smiling and just happy to know that he was OK and living life as he always did,
or he was just calling my attention because the driver behind me was losing his
patience and started honking his horn frantically.
Written:
May 19, 2021
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