Hooray crazy people!

[halogenerate]

I'm back from Williamsburg; had a fantastic time and may journal about some of my adventures with Cousin Katie later on in the week. I'm feeling particularly lazy about journaling.

•The denizens of Newberry Street are protected by a cluster of delusional crazies. Led by the delightfully insane Carlos (a.k.a. He Who Punches, Kicks, Performs

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[hetaira9]

I love the crazies. I don't mean it in a cruel way, I mean it in a, "I love seeing humanity in all of its quirks and variations." Like you, I really delight in it. When I lived down in Hyde Park (back in my UofC days), there was a woman who dubbed herself "Mother Love." She presided over the cafe at the local Borders and would engage the patrons in discussions about Jesus. She once tried to fix my (now) roommate up with a complete stranger. I once passed her in the street as she sang to herself, "I love Jesus. I love Jesus. I love Jesus."

My new neighborhood is a little more gentrified and a little less colorful. However, there is one guy that is dubbed "the pigeon man." He often sits on the same fire hydrant with a bag full of newspapers and bread with pigeons all over the ground around him. And on his arms, and legs, and sometimes on his head. I've seen him holding the pigeons and KISSING them. It's weird and gross and strangely tender. I love it. I'm always happy to see him, even if I'm afraid to walk past him for fear of being crapped on by a pigeon.

[halogenerate]

...and strangely tender...

I love that you used this as part of your adjective list. It's exactly the way I feel about neighborhood eccentrics; I like that no matter how chaotic our world is, theirs exists on an entirely different level. Maybe this is how God speaks to us - those who can't handle reality are given a new one as comfort (even if sometimes their reality involves a bit of hollering).

Here's hoping that there will be plenty of eccentrics on Melwood Avenue!

(No icon of men kissing pigeons; alpacas smooching will have to suffice.)