“A Notebook In A Bar”
It’s fitting that it’s Halloween, when I am left alone to date myself for the weekend.
In a place that would be rare for me to return to again.
So, I get the luxury of being whoever I want to be.
Reba from Texas, here on business acquisitions.
Jill from Maine, passing through on her way to Florida.
Or, Amelia from somewhere exotic, finally coming back home.
As if I am playing a different character in everyone’s story. I become the sidequest…The looks I am getting right now…writing this, alone, in a bar..on football night.
(Packers vs. Buffalo Bills - and that’s about all I can tell ya.)
As I wonder about everyone's stories…
I’m curious of the story line they've created about me.
(Being completely truthful in a creative way with strangers is a unique gift.
You must be quick, confident, and either super vague or greatly detailed.
Telling the truth in such a way, that it must be a tall tale,
is something of another communication level.
Expand fully on just one particular aspect of your life. Step into it fully.)
People-watching is one of my favorite pastimes.
Although now, I watch from a completely different perspective. With a different appreciation and understanding.
(Oh my source, someone just brought puppies into the bar - they really did!)
There’s a few that are curious about me, I can tell.
It’s been fun; watching them, watch me.
The fact that I have a notebook in a bar…ha.
Apparently, something none of these folks have ever seen before.
So, I’ll slowly sip my drink, while mysteriously writing.
Eat my fried pickles, and leave as quietly as I entered.
Disappearing down the empty beach boardwalk, dancing to music only I can hear.
- R. Short
