Saturday, November 26
Thanksgiving 2005 (cont.)
... in the cold, you can stick a few of these hot rocks in your jacket to bring the heat of the fire closer to your core!
Willie wiggled his way out of his bedroll and looked at me. He raised his hands in the air and motioned to the world around us, as if in a kind of prayer. Maybe, it was more a motion of ‘surrender’. Maybe, he raised his hands in a prayer of surrender? Ah, the wind was just to cold to stand around thinking, so I invited Willie to my van so we could warm up.
Willie wiggled his way out of his bedroll and looked at me. He raised his hands in the air and motioned to the world around us, as if in a kind of prayer. Maybe, it was more a motion of ‘surrender’. Maybe, he raised his hands in a prayer of surrender? Ah, the wind was just to cold to stand around thinking, so I invited Willie to my van so we could warm up.
As Willie sipped a cup of hot coffee, I thought about my day ahead. I had a route to keep. Willie knows many of the friends I hoped to see, and I still needed to find a place to set up my stove to heat up the soup I was going to serve with sandwiches, so I invited Willie to ride with me for a while. I had no idea of what the day would bring. I had no idea of what I was going to do with Willie later that day. I just knew I had to move my van or I was going to attract the kind of attention that could ruin my day – police and ID’s and all. And that’s the kind of attention that would really ruin Willie’s day – he’d likely get ‘kicked’ from his jungle home.
So, we moved on.
