Playin' Git-tar
There's a homeless man here in Vancouver who likes to stand right off of the Mill Plain 205 exit. I see him most every morning, and for some reason I just can't help but smile. I've taken to waving to him when I see him, and sometimes he'll wave back, smile a bit bigger (he's always smiling), or nod his head while he plays. I know he knows no one can hear him, but he keeps playing anyway.
I've had this urge lately to write him a little note and seal it and about 20 bucks in an envelope, then wait for a day I can give it to him. I wonder what he'd do or say or tell other people if I did that; I wonder if he'd talk about the kind random stranger in the little green Metro that threw an evelope at him as they drove by. I wonder what he'd buy with the money - food, maybe a new shirt or coat, or even shoes, if he could find some. Or maybe he'd go get something from the Burger King right next to the exit on Chkalov Drive and then find a music shop to get guitar strings and polish. Who knows?
I think, once my computer is here, I'll start doing that. I know I make a decent amount of money... Maybe I could even make it a monthly thing. Once or twice a month, toss an envelope or a package at him with $20 and maybe something more.
Maybe. But for now... I'm too broke to do anything more than think about it. I hope no one chases him off before I get a chance to do something for him. He really does cheer me up every morning he's on that corner. I feel I owe him a little something for that, at least.
I've had this urge lately to write him a little note and seal it and about 20 bucks in an envelope, then wait for a day I can give it to him. I wonder what he'd do or say or tell other people if I did that; I wonder if he'd talk about the kind random stranger in the little green Metro that threw an evelope at him as they drove by. I wonder what he'd buy with the money - food, maybe a new shirt or coat, or even shoes, if he could find some. Or maybe he'd go get something from the Burger King right next to the exit on Chkalov Drive and then find a music shop to get guitar strings and polish. Who knows?
I think, once my computer is here, I'll start doing that. I know I make a decent amount of money... Maybe I could even make it a monthly thing. Once or twice a month, toss an envelope or a package at him with $20 and maybe something more.
Maybe. But for now... I'm too broke to do anything more than think about it. I hope no one chases him off before I get a chance to do something for him. He really does cheer me up every morning he's on that corner. I feel I owe him a little something for that, at least.