Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Thinking perhaps his mind wasn’t keeping up with his years, I scrunched up my face and looked at him incredulously. “What am I doing?” the wind blew my words up the street to him.
“Naw, I can see what yer doin’. How’re yeh doin’?” he clarified in Kansas speak.
“Ahh,” I realized, sauntering to his side. As we walked together, I continued, “I’m doing better since I committed to writing my book. I went to a writers group last night where we discussed issues and questions important to us. Because of all the publishing experience I’ve had, I was able to share some knowledge with folks, but my questions weren’t answered. The gal who ran the meeting is researching for me, though, and will let me know. I just wish I had someone who’d throw a few hundred dollars at me every month to keep me going.”
“Well, yeh git Social Security, don’cha?” he asked.
“Don, I’m only 50!” blowing off a couple years.
He laughed, “Well, everyone I go to breakfast with gits Social Security, so I figgered you did too.”
So I’m going to breakfast with him in the morning.