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9 June 2015

“Good morning, Chuck. The weather seems better today than yesterday.”

“I don’t know. See those black clouds moving in?”

I said, “There is rain in the forecast, but it’s not supposed to start until late this afternoon. Of course, the weather forecasters are usually wrong.”

“The rain is coming in soon. I can feel it.”

A woman stopped and asked about Goldie’s health. Chuck replied,  “She seems to be doing okay. *I’ll know better this evening. I’m cooking steak and liver for supper. I’ll cut some into little bits and feed them to her. If she eats it all, I’ll know that she’s feeling better. As it is now, she’s still off her food.” Chuck bent over Goldie, sitting on his lap. She responded by licking his face.

“I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be coming down here. One of these days I’ll just disappear. It nearly happened this morning. I didn’t want to get out of bed. Goldie would prefer to stay at home and the exhaust fumes around here are hard on my lungs.”

I said, “A lot of people would miss you, Chuck.”

“Yeah, There are a lot of people who I’d miss too. I’m just feeling down today. If twenty naked young women were to run down the street, I’d feel better, but it’s not going to happen.”

I said, “Twenty naked women might be too much for your heart. Maybe you should start with one or two and work your way up from there.”

“I was talking to a woman earlier, she was telling me how much she was looking forward to going home to a glass of wine. I said, ‘I’d love to go home to a cold beer and a cigarette, but they’d kill me.’ It just reminded me of all the things I can’t do and will never be able to do. Sitting at home is sounding better every day.”

I said, “I know how you feel, Chuck. Every morning I feel tired and weak, my joints ache. Everything is more difficult.

“I can’t get over how crazy this corner is, cars honking, bicycles weaving around pedestrians and vehicles. Everyone is in a rush to get somewhere.”

“Yeah, they’re all on their way to work. I remember a protest here against the ‘one percenters’ that control all the wealth. The protesters were saying all these office buildings should come down. I asked one of them, ‘If nobody went to work in those buildings, how would you survive? If farmers didn’t work, how would you eat? Even if you’re on welfare, somebody has to work to cut and sign your checks. Did you ever think of that?’ They didn’t have any answers, just a bunch of whiners.”

Just then I felt a few drops of rain, then more and more…


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