In the News
It is such a pretty day today. After the drenching rain last night though it is going to be muggy, muggy, muggy. My hair went limp the minute I left the apartment this morning.
Caught the bus this morning and sat behind this lady whom I noticed right away because she had orange-pink hair. Had she been a teen I wouldn't have looked twice but this lady was in her 50's. It was cut short and she was wearing some scent that I don't like. Maybe it was her hairspray. I was thinking that I should move discreetly to another seat but the bus was almost full. Like, you know, I couldn't move out of my double seat and go sit with someone in their double seat...so I opened the window a crack and stuck my nose up to it when the bus was stopped. I got a headache anyway.
After getting beyond the lady's hair and smell, in my cursory observation of her, I noticed that she was reading a newspaper and the half-photo on the page that she was reading was of table and laying on the table was a Bible, candlesticks and a photo in a silver frame of a man in his early 60's, maybe late 50's.
I started reading today's sports section that someone had left in my seat. Nothing much of interest there. Some NASCAR guy named Havert(sp) is causing some troubles and was suspended and fined for intentionally ramming another racer. Dale Earnhart, Jr. says that the fan following that his late father has is kinda 'flea-marketish' (that's funny). Mike Alstott is in contract renewal and should get re-signed this weekend. The Bucs are hoping to sign someone (in the 86th! round) named Michael Lewis who would be groomed for John Lynch's position.
Okay. I read the whole sports section. I tossed the paper in the seat next to me and looked around the bus to see what I had missed while engrossed in it. Get this: the lady in front of me is still reading the same page as before only now she has opened the paper and I can see the whole photo. The left half of the photo shows a man (a younger version of the man in the siver-framed photo) leaning against the table where the Bible and candlesticks and silver-framed photo lay and he is wiping his eye with a tissue. In a smaller photo on that same page is a portrait of a man and woman. You know, one of those professional husband and wife portraits people sometimes have done.
At first I was only mildly interested in why this lady would be taking so long to read this article when I think that the woman in the photo is the woman sitting in front of me! I mean there is a really strong resemblance. I couldn't really tell, though, if the man in the silver-framed photo was the same man in the husband and wife portrait. I will say from what I could see, there was a definate resemblance. I looked to see what newspaper it was so I could buy it to try and solve the mystery and I see that it is The Times from Sundy, November 4, 2001!
My head started hurting worse. Maybe her husband in the portrait has died and he was someone so special that the newspaper did an article of his special life? Maybe the man wiping his weeping eyes was her son. Maybe her husband, while performing some heroic act, was killed accidentally but saved a life or lives?
And so it went. On and on. My head started to split in two. I felt like I was having a stroke. (Nothing to joke about I know, but the pain was unbelievable) I told myself, "Sheesh, maybe you are a wacko and she is not the woman in the husband/wife photo. Maybe she just found the paper laying at the bus stop and needed something to read and she found that story very interesting. Maybe she has been in a coma and is trying to catch up.
Well, when she got close to her stop she folded the paper very neatly and placed it carefully into her bag. She looked very sad when she got off of the bus.
When I got to work I chewed two aspirin and washed them down with coffee. I have been licking aspirin out of my teeth all morning. My headache is still hanging on strong, however.
Caught the bus this morning and sat behind this lady whom I noticed right away because she had orange-pink hair. Had she been a teen I wouldn't have looked twice but this lady was in her 50's. It was cut short and she was wearing some scent that I don't like. Maybe it was her hairspray. I was thinking that I should move discreetly to another seat but the bus was almost full. Like, you know, I couldn't move out of my double seat and go sit with someone in their double seat...so I opened the window a crack and stuck my nose up to it when the bus was stopped. I got a headache anyway.
After getting beyond the lady's hair and smell, in my cursory observation of her, I noticed that she was reading a newspaper and the half-photo on the page that she was reading was of table and laying on the table was a Bible, candlesticks and a photo in a silver frame of a man in his early 60's, maybe late 50's.
I started reading today's sports section that someone had left in my seat. Nothing much of interest there. Some NASCAR guy named Havert(sp) is causing some troubles and was suspended and fined for intentionally ramming another racer. Dale Earnhart, Jr. says that the fan following that his late father has is kinda 'flea-marketish' (that's funny). Mike Alstott is in contract renewal and should get re-signed this weekend. The Bucs are hoping to sign someone (in the 86th! round) named Michael Lewis who would be groomed for John Lynch's position.
Okay. I read the whole sports section. I tossed the paper in the seat next to me and looked around the bus to see what I had missed while engrossed in it. Get this: the lady in front of me is still reading the same page as before only now she has opened the paper and I can see the whole photo. The left half of the photo shows a man (a younger version of the man in the siver-framed photo) leaning against the table where the Bible and candlesticks and silver-framed photo lay and he is wiping his eye with a tissue. In a smaller photo on that same page is a portrait of a man and woman. You know, one of those professional husband and wife portraits people sometimes have done.
At first I was only mildly interested in why this lady would be taking so long to read this article when I think that the woman in the photo is the woman sitting in front of me! I mean there is a really strong resemblance. I couldn't really tell, though, if the man in the silver-framed photo was the same man in the husband and wife portrait. I will say from what I could see, there was a definate resemblance. I looked to see what newspaper it was so I could buy it to try and solve the mystery and I see that it is The Times from Sundy, November 4, 2001!
My head started hurting worse. Maybe her husband in the portrait has died and he was someone so special that the newspaper did an article of his special life? Maybe the man wiping his weeping eyes was her son. Maybe her husband, while performing some heroic act, was killed accidentally but saved a life or lives?
And so it went. On and on. My head started to split in two. I felt like I was having a stroke. (Nothing to joke about I know, but the pain was unbelievable) I told myself, "Sheesh, maybe you are a wacko and she is not the woman in the husband/wife photo. Maybe she just found the paper laying at the bus stop and needed something to read and she found that story very interesting. Maybe she has been in a coma and is trying to catch up.
Well, when she got close to her stop she folded the paper very neatly and placed it carefully into her bag. She looked very sad when she got off of the bus.
When I got to work I chewed two aspirin and washed them down with coffee. I have been licking aspirin out of my teeth all morning. My headache is still hanging on strong, however.