The 50 Plus Cafe, Pub, All-Nite Greasy Spoon and Dive Bar

Because something was there….


Yes, it was. Is. He was so very regular about his ritual. Not like you could set your watch to it, but so many times, I'd look for him or simply look in that direction, and there the Old Boy was. He wasn't my bestie, but were were friendly. He'd nudge me in the back to step lively as we headed to the barn for his supper As his teeth stopped growing and he began to lose weight, he got more feedings of what I named Geezer Chow. And he'd look Southwest. That was his spot. Not all day, but for a period of anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes, there he would be. Maybe he quieted his head of all the racket. Likely, it already was, but he perhaps gained that wee glimmer of insight which seems to elude the rest of us.
 
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