The Man on The Corner…..
I was driving Chun to assorted homes so he could gather his soccer junk for his soccer game later that evening. As we pulled out of Dogget road to turn on to the four-lane, we saw this man wearing a ensemble of blue jeans. He was also sporting a new white hat with a confederate flag on it. As we passed him slowly, Chun leaned out of the window and asked him if he was a Hobo. All he did was raise his hand and give us a thumbs up. We drove on and no more than thirty seconds later, we felt sorry for him. We debated silenly and we both came to the realization that we should turn around and give him a ride. Niether one of had to be anywhere fast. We got back to him and asked if needed a ride, and of course he did. He needed to get to Warrensville. We were happy to oblige him with a ride. The entire trip, he talked to us. He was knowledgeable about the Beatles and other classic rock icons that played on the radio. when the ride had ended, he offered to pay us with some of the beer he had just come to town to buy. We denied the drinks, but thanked him anyway and both of us said: “Goodbye Sir!” He told us he hadn’t been called sir in a while. As we were pulling away from his port-of-call, another willing driver pulled up to take him the rest of the way. Chun and me slowly grew ecstatic, partially due to the thought of the danger we could have been in and the fact that we had just helped a man down on his luck. We hadn’t been killed and now we had a story to tell. Some people yelled at us and told us of the danger we had been in, others envied us. However, Chun and me thought of the life experience we had just gained. It was fun. So Paul, If you ever get a chance to read this, Enjoy It!
