It�s a Johnny Cash Easter, everybody! I�ve been listening all morning and I dunno, it just feels right.
At this moment, he's all crooning about John Henry and his steel driving man-type antics. Its all got this folklore feel to it, which is as parabalistic * as it�s gonna get for this holiday, so why not?
Mornin�, starshines. Sleep well?
I did, thanks for asking. Coupled with the all the coffee I�ve had it�s been one. Fun. Morning. So far.
Already took my long-ass stroll on the river walk before the families and happily married people took over the area, leaving little room for us solo-type adventurers.
An observation: the majority of the folk walking this morning were the elderly of the community, who like to say �good morning� to each and every passer-byer.
So, when the sun is shining and the ducks are quacking and I feel as though a god damn white picket fence is gonna spontaneously sprout up around me any second, I also like to say, �good morning� to those who pass by.
�good morning!� �mornin�� �good morning!� �good morning� �GOOD MORNING!�
And so on.
It�s worked out well for me, so far. People, in general, seem to enjoy the friendly gesture from a stranger having a good time taking in the fresh air and stuff.
So, I thought nothing of it this morning, when an older couple with silver hair approached, I smiled and said:
�Good morning!� quite loudly.
Their response?
Stone. Cold. Silence.
They just kept a walkin�.
Feh!
Dissed by your grandparents in matching track suits!
Look, I know I appeared a little homeless because I had just rolled out of bed. I know my hair is a little too scary flaming red in the bright sunlight. And who knows what evil lurks in my eyes behind my big black Jackie-O sunglasses, but c'mon.
It�s Sunday morning. Let�s not start throwing stones and being judgmental and all that, okay?
I mean, you�re senior citizens. You live for that "good morning" shit, umm, don't you?
* yes, I am pretty sure I made that one up - don't bother with the dictionary -