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A familiar stranger
As I've mentioned before, I usually walk across the Stone Arch Bridge everyday for exercise, sometimes several times. The bridge was crowded in the summer when the weather was nice, but now that the weather has turned colder, only the die-hards like me venture forth to admire the view across the river.
I generally go at the same time every day after eating my lunch. Most days, I pass a man crossing the bridge from the other direction. I would guess he is in his late fifties or early sixties. Every day, he carries a tote bag with the initial "M" stitched on it. He is rather portly, and he walks at a middling speed in a rather pigeon-toed manner. He wears a blue parka and black gloves and hat, and he has wire-rimmed oval glasses. His hair, originally a reddish-blond, I think, is now mostly gray; he has a mustache and short beard. I wonder where he goes every day; does he wonder about me?
Tell me about someone you see every day whom you don't know. Where do you see him or her--at the bus stop? The corner store? The coffee shop? What is the same about the person every day, and what is different? What have you gleaned about this person from observation?
I generally go at the same time every day after eating my lunch. Most days, I pass a man crossing the bridge from the other direction. I would guess he is in his late fifties or early sixties. Every day, he carries a tote bag with the initial "M" stitched on it. He is rather portly, and he walks at a middling speed in a rather pigeon-toed manner. He wears a blue parka and black gloves and hat, and he has wire-rimmed oval glasses. His hair, originally a reddish-blond, I think, is now mostly gray; he has a mustache and short beard. I wonder where he goes every day; does he wonder about me?
Tell me about someone you see every day whom you don't know. Where do you see him or her--at the bus stop? The corner store? The coffee shop? What is the same about the person every day, and what is different? What have you gleaned about this person from observation?
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He was/is a busker, wearing a stereotypical cowboy hat and always some sort of plaid shirt and blue jeans with fancy leather cowboy boots. Everytime I saw him he was singing some Old-time Country music (if Johnny Cash could be considered Old time .. . . since he sang him a lot) or Elvis.
Throughout the week every time I saw him, he was busking on a different street. Always seemed to manage to draw a crowd. I noticed him the first time because of the incongruity of hearing American Country music on the streets of Dublin. The last time I saw him, was the morning of my flight back to the U.S. Since it was my last day there I decided to give him all of my coinage (about 6 or 7 Euros). He smiled at me and played a riff or two of "pretty woman, walking down the street". I smiled waved and melted back into the crowd.