Broken Pieces
We interrupt the D.B. of the Week ceremony this week because I'm tired of just giving it to Donald Trump and it has occurred to me that he just might win it every week between now and the election.
Yet he must stay in the race because he's going to make all the other candidates give real answers. He's going to force them away from their canned talks.
It will be great fun.
Yet.
I had a few other thoughts this week.
Check this out:
I spotted that written on a door in downtown Buffalo.
What a beautiful thought, huh?
One of these days someones gonna hug you so hard that. All the broken pieces stick back together.
The bad grammar aside (ending a sentence with 'that'?) it's actually a pretty nice thought.
I'm not sure who the writer was speaking to...
...I wonder if he or she had a specific person in mind.
I'm not quite sure that a hug so hard can make 'all the broken pieces stick back together' but I looked at the door for a long moment...
...and wondered.
I was telling the story of the woman beside me at the Stones concert and the guy I was telling it to said:
"Why do all the great stories seem to happen to you as a writer?"
I wondered about that.
Is it because I'm open to such things?
I wonder how many people have walked by this door downtown and never gave it a second thought.
I can almost see the person who wrote these lines.
I'm thinking of a street person.
A woman....for some reason...I'm thinking it's a middle-aged homeless woman with a chemical-dependency problem.
I'm thinking she has a beer at her feet as she works.
I'm also thinking that she's thinking of someone very specifically.
Someone that she loves.
Someone that has hurt her.
There are broken pieces all around.
I'm hoping there are hugs that put things back together.
What a great door.
Yet he must stay in the race because he's going to make all the other candidates give real answers. He's going to force them away from their canned talks.
It will be great fun.
Yet.
I had a few other thoughts this week.
Check this out:
I spotted that written on a door in downtown Buffalo.
What a beautiful thought, huh?
One of these days someones gonna hug you so hard that. All the broken pieces stick back together.
The bad grammar aside (ending a sentence with 'that'?) it's actually a pretty nice thought.
I'm not sure who the writer was speaking to...
...I wonder if he or she had a specific person in mind.
I'm not quite sure that a hug so hard can make 'all the broken pieces stick back together' but I looked at the door for a long moment...
...and wondered.
I was telling the story of the woman beside me at the Stones concert and the guy I was telling it to said:
"Why do all the great stories seem to happen to you as a writer?"
I wondered about that.
Is it because I'm open to such things?
I wonder how many people have walked by this door downtown and never gave it a second thought.
I can almost see the person who wrote these lines.
I'm thinking of a street person.
A woman....for some reason...I'm thinking it's a middle-aged homeless woman with a chemical-dependency problem.
I'm thinking she has a beer at her feet as she works.
I'm also thinking that she's thinking of someone very specifically.
Someone that she loves.
Someone that has hurt her.
There are broken pieces all around.
I'm hoping there are hugs that put things back together.
What a great door.
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