Here at Elder House life has a rhythm somewhat outside reality. Oh, hell! Totally outside reality. People actually get up at five in the morning to smoke in the parking lot. An ambulance visit can be a topic of conversation for weeks. At the end of the month, mailboxes are swarmed by folks waiting for their government checks. We are all broke and broken,
But there is one guy who especially gets my goat. Barrel bodied. Mostly toothless. Great head of thickish, grey hair. NRA and "Proud Patriot" tee shirts that look like they need a good pre-soak. Very opinionated gent; which is perfectly OK in my book. We talk while I wait for my laundry. And I was feeling frisky.
When he started lambasting the Occupy Wall Street group, I said, "I ADORE them!" I thought he was going to fall on the floor. I guess he was used to his views being accepted as gospel. He huffed and puffed and walked away mumbling about how all those good for nothings wanted was a "free job paying fifty grand a year!" Not sure what that meant, but I called after him, "Not necessarily. I'd take one for forty nine!" Different rhythm.
Stay with me.
My Philadelphia friend has posted some terrific pictures of the Occupy group out there. She actually gets to walk among them. I can almost walk from here to my bathroom and must content myself with online news. I checked out:
and found this assortment of photos from a variety of sources.
no faces?
sad drummer?
where is the musician?
But there is one guy who especially gets my goat. Barrel bodied. Mostly toothless. Great head of thickish, grey hair. NRA and "Proud Patriot" tee shirts that look like they need a good pre-soak. Very opinionated gent; which is perfectly OK in my book. We talk while I wait for my laundry. And I was feeling frisky.
When he started lambasting the Occupy Wall Street group, I said, "I ADORE them!" I thought he was going to fall on the floor. I guess he was used to his views being accepted as gospel. He huffed and puffed and walked away mumbling about how all those good for nothings wanted was a "free job paying fifty grand a year!" Not sure what that meant, but I called after him, "Not necessarily. I'd take one for forty nine!" Different rhythm.
Stay with me.
My Philadelphia friend has posted some terrific pictures of the Occupy group out there. She actually gets to walk among them. I can almost walk from here to my bathroom and must content myself with online news. I checked out:
what year is this again?
Anyway...these pictures kind of broke my heart. Chicago, Sweet Home Chicago, the Windy City, my beloved Second City, just doesn't look like any damn fun. Have we forgotten how to demonstrate? Rahm, what's up? Am I going to have to come down there?
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