Old Rascal

People watching – I love it, absolutely. In fact, it’s one of the primary reasons I go to the bars (the other being the hopes of scoring some crank). Today was a pretty nice day in Chicagoland and it championed the return of my favorite old man, a man who gives people watchers everywhere new respect. The old man rolls out on his metallic blue (very youthful) electric mobile scooter (from where, I don’t know) and sits at the four-way stop – just to people watch. Hang’n out, unbound to a schedule, observing contently, and enjoying the day. (I’m a bit jealous.) Some day, I’d like to pull up a camp chair and keep him company, not talk to him, just chill with him. After that, I’d go hunting for some crank.