This blahg post is purely to remember/share the randomness/beauty of yesterday.
I’ve been riding my dad’s old Schwinn Varsity around. It’s an emerald green ten-speed and I LOVE it. My dad loves it too. He talks about how dear it is to his heart and how if I don’t lock it up and it gets stolen, I will more than likely be disowned.
Yesterday, I rolled up to a café to have some brunch and eat outside. When I went to go sit out on the deck, an old, white-haired man spoke to me…
– Excuse me… Is that your green Schwinn Varsity out there?
– Oh, yeah.
– Wow. When I was a little boy, I wanted that bike SO badly. It was THE bike.
– Awww… Yeah, it was my dad’s, a gift from his mother when he graduated high school. He treasures it.
– Your father was a lucky kid. That was a $70 bike and we were not a $70 bike family. I was obsessed with getting one, though. I saved and saved. It took me an eternity to save $30. When I told my mom that I had saved $30, I hoped maybe she’d be proud and help me out with the rest. But, instead, she told me, “Well, now you can buy a $30 bike.” I never got a Schwinn Varsity.
My goodness, I almost cried. I almost just said, “You can have mine! No, go for it… Take it! You should have it.” [don’t worry, pops, i didn’t.]
Instead we eventually dismissed ourselves from the conversation and went about eating respective brunches. A bit later, I saw him get up to leave. He walked away with a limp of dusty volumes and a cane I hadn’t noticed before. He paused as he walked past my bike and gave it a good, long look of admiration before leaving it.
I cried. Wow. I cried.
We had a bike-in movie last night to support KHOL, the radio station I volunteer with. I went out to help set up for the event in any way I could.
The venue was a local hiking mountain that gets plenty of use by all kinds of walks.
When I arrived to help, I was immediately put on dooty duty… which was totally fine. I walked around and picked up dog shit that I’m sure pup owners just forgot to pick up. I was walking back and forth when all the sudden I heard…
– Excuse me, miss.
– I just wanted to tell you that you are God’s gift to humanity.
– Ummmm…. Thank you?
– Not many people would be out here doing what you’re doing with a smile on their face.
[am i smiling?]
– Ha, well, just trying to help out.
– Someone should marry you right now.
– Ohp, okay… I gotta get back to poo.
– Hell, if I found someone half as great as you, I’d propose right now.
And that’s when I got so uncomfortable I just turned around and half mumbled, half replied…
– Okay, now I feel too awkward, bye, thank you, have a good hike, bye, eeeerrr…
Again, with the bike. I was walking my bike on a sidewalk yesterday when a family passed.
A little girl, probably about five years old, stopped as we passed each other. Her family kept on walking, but she stopped in her tracks and asked me…
– Do you have a flat tire?
– Oh, I don’t know… Do I?
Looking at the bike in oh-no surprise, I was pleased to find no flat. So, I asked her…
– Do you think I have a flat tire?
She evaluated, looked up and down, then said, with authority…
– No, I don’t.
…and turned on a dime and walked quickly to catch up with her family.
– Okay, cool.
And I continued my direction.
‘Twas a glorious day of stranger interaction. I love it.