mr. hammond, i think we're back in business!
strange, but in the last month i have twice been on a capitol metro bus that had to stop and transfer its passengers to another bus because of mechanical malfunctions. now, the only outward manifestation of this so far as i could tell either time was a completely obnoxious, extremely loud beeping noise coming from the console. im sure there's more to it than that. today marked the second of those two occasions, startlingly common of late. as this time i was close to my destination, i decided to walk rather than wait for the passengers to migrate and the second bus to slowly restart the route. i had not gone half a block--scarcely 50 meters--before i came to an old man stubbornly poised next to a bus stop glaring down at the nearby holdup. he would not be troubled to walk an inch closer to catch the bus he knew was coming to him, however belatedly. i really respect that.
as i do the elderly gentleman i saw the last time i took my e-corps crew out to site. it was to the bliss spillar tract of austin's water quality lands, out south and west of town, fairly backwater--that is to say comparatively ungentrified--out in the feet of the hill country. it was about 9.00 of that crisp fall morning that i saw him on his porch in a bathrobe having some coffee and enjoying his chiminea, watching the road.
i can't wait to be an old man.
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so i would have ended the entry this morning. but later i was walking near the judges hill neighborhood, south of where i live, and i saw an exchange between an aged and middle-aged man. the elder was slightly hunched and wearing the plumage of his generation--pastel shirt and cardigan, khaki slacks, loafers. he was saying something to the younger, whose face i will not forget. he was nodding with a slight smile on his face--conveying both a feigned understanding and at least a certain level of dismissal, as if to say, 'whatever you say mr. whoever, oh yes mr. whoever.' i don't look forward to being tolerated but ignored.
as i do the elderly gentleman i saw the last time i took my e-corps crew out to site. it was to the bliss spillar tract of austin's water quality lands, out south and west of town, fairly backwater--that is to say comparatively ungentrified--out in the feet of the hill country. it was about 9.00 of that crisp fall morning that i saw him on his porch in a bathrobe having some coffee and enjoying his chiminea, watching the road.
i can't wait to be an old man.
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so i would have ended the entry this morning. but later i was walking near the judges hill neighborhood, south of where i live, and i saw an exchange between an aged and middle-aged man. the elder was slightly hunched and wearing the plumage of his generation--pastel shirt and cardigan, khaki slacks, loafers. he was saying something to the younger, whose face i will not forget. he was nodding with a slight smile on his face--conveying both a feigned understanding and at least a certain level of dismissal, as if to say, 'whatever you say mr. whoever, oh yes mr. whoever.' i don't look forward to being tolerated but ignored.