I drove into West Point this morning hoping to see Big S. I hadn't seen him in months and George had said he was hanging out at the shopping center across the river. No Big S. It was just too cold at 52 degrees. I did notice the train signal had just turned yellow meaning a train was on the way. I turned around, parked at the bank, and sat on the very same bench where Ferret used to sleep when he was homeless. How he could get any sleep on that cold concrete I will never know, but he did.
Soon, a train came roaring through downtown. This always perks me up and I get excited. The train must have been a 100 cars long as it took forever to pass. I always like the myriad of graffiti on the cars as they roll by. I always wonder what bored kids were in a train yard with cans of spray paint to do this. I imagine gangs of Latinos marking their territory with gang signs - letting the world know that this is their space. "This hopper car is now property of the little muchachos of East Miami."
The phone was ringing when I arrived home shortly. It was mom.
"Come get your Diet Cokes and cigarettes," she said. "They are on the back porch."
"What are you doing up so early?" I asked, amused.
"Seeing about you, silly!" she said, matter-of-factly.
I got a good laugh out of that.
Well, I am now enjoying my Cokes as I browse the World Wide Web and write. I also took two Klonopin and they will affect me in about an hour. I shouldn't take them so frivolously, but I needed some extra comfort and oomph this morning. I still feel a little stir crazy.