One afternoon, around 2pm. On a corner in “downtown” Hailey, Idaho. I’m sitting at a café table, just working….and staring off into space. There are a few others around me, apparently doing the same thing. Beautiful day – warm sunshine streaming down our backs and just a slight breeze to make it all feel just right.
The calm is interrupted by this scene coming down the sidewalk: a dark haired, jeans and flanneled shirt wearing middle aged man pushing a somewhat hunched over, grey haired older man in a wheelchair. Perhaps a father-son relationship? They have an energy between them that seems to suggest this. The younger man is pushing the wheelchair down the sidewalk and toward a blue van parked right in front of the café tables. They’re talking with a calm presence between them. But nothing can be heard clearly by the café onlookers until this:
Son: Well, I have good news and bad news.
Son: Good news is that I got yer pills…
Son: Bad news is…they taste like pepperoni!!
We all exchange smiles.
And my heart is warmed 🙂