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Guru of Suburbia
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Guru of Suburbia This morning as I was driving to work I got a great push into the realm of my imagination… by something simple, confusing and much to my own surprise, pleasing. I was about to turn right onto Mitty, right at Archbishop Mitty High School… I was looking left to see if any cars were coming. As I panned back I noticed a very old Indian man sitting on the grass in front of the school. Not right in front of the school, but the grass median between the school parkway and the road. He had a long white majestic beard and was smoking what appeared to be an ivory pipe. He was dressed in an all white hemp Nehru shirt and matching jammie pants with no shoes on. I saw him calmly sitting there watching each car go by, making eye contact with each… I can only assume each because he made eye contact with me. As I turned on to Lawrence Expressway and headed to 280 I imagined that he had carved the pipe himself back in India and had a special place that he would walk to each morning to smoke the pipe. Taking a walk through the local outdoor market, talking with the vendors… bartering some new tobacco for his pipe. Never in a hurry, the place will still be there when he arrives, that solemn place where he can ponder his life, his … his peace. As I merged onto 280 the thought of the old man was quickly extinguished as a car came sailing from two lanes over nearly hitting me to get in the Saratoga exit lane and flipping me off in the process… All I could think was…dude could use a pipe and some jammie pants.  |
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