Old Market Street

Blue sky, 70°, nice breeze. Some Out was needed. Downtown seemed appropriate. Some other people walking; not nearly enough for anyone to be anywhere near you. Kept hands to self; sanitized liberally just in case. Walked around for a nice good hour. A few others doing the same. God forbid people be wise enough to act responsibly and still enjoy their freedom.

While driving home passed a homeless lady outside the market with a sign asking for anything. Drove around the block and put your last $5 bill in an envelope from the glove compartment after emptying the contents, scratching out “Tahoe registration”  and writing “To Him be the Glory” so you could slide it through the slit in the car window to give her. You’ll be okay.  Pay it forward.

You like helping the homeless. First night of Dragoncon every year involves getting a little toasty with Rum and going off into the streets of downtown Atlanta and meeting some of the homeless people attracted by all the Con goers. You talk to them. Ask them their stories. Buy a few meals at Metro Café. You’re not arrogant enough to claim you understand their world, but so long as you don’t have a family to take care of, if God sent you there to help them it still wouldn’t be as scary as being a missionary in China. What you have is His anyway; if He wants it back He’s taking it, lol…

In this city though, neighbors come together to help each other out here. You face hurricanes often enough to understand emergencies, how to work together and how to be responsible. You don’t need to be forced to be smart or conscientious. There is so little fear… because people generally choose wisdom in this genteel town.

Doesn’t change who you are though…Parks are closed – to people too stupid to walk within 10 feet of someone else. 😊

People from your city start wars when they get cranky. Done it twice. Good and passionate; gentlemanly yet rebellious; charitable yet fiercely independent.

This virus is just another chapter in its long history, and This Too Shall Pass.

This is the day horrendous things were done to Jesus as he sacrificed all for jackasses like you. Things that had to happen. Yet another one of those things that you understand intuitively but could never explain.  The way it always is, lol 😂

Flame is discouraged again; chances are everybody’s going a little nutty being cooped up inside. Not much you can do though. Some of your other friends want to get together tomorrow for a yard party where the different groups all stay apart in the back yard and presumably bring your own food. Still can’t find masks or else you think you might go. All good though. Catching this thing doesn’t bother you nearly as much as accidentally giving it to someone else.

Death isn’t really something you fear; at least right now. Why? It’s not ennui this time; you just don’t feel like you have a purpose anymore. Until you can find one. No kids; only mom & dad. Just being a North Carolina fan. Nah, scratch that; need a better term. Go Tigers. #Macguyvering

2020 is still the year of vibrance for you. Something great to seek. It just fills you with warmth. Peace. Even in turbulent times like this. Things are going to be fine. If not today then soon. If not soon then eventually.

Encephalitis could’ve put you in a wheelchair at 16. Be so thankful you can walk. 🙂

For every stroll downtown without a cigar, be thankful that you know what you’re missing.

For every cloud, there is a silver lining.

For every Good Friday there is an Easter.

For every day of darkness, a day of vibrance.

 A pretty good Friday…