As I enjoy my real last breakfast of the freshest breads, the most natural tasting Tang, farm fresh eggs and coffee that could wake up a hibernating grizzly. I reflect upon yesterday. I did a lot, the best Archilogical museum ever, Hadrian's library, the Roman Agora, musical instrument museum the central market with more version and stages of butchered animals than I have ever seen. (out of consideration to my vegetarian friends I will not post it and I rode around on busses, trams and metros to far flung places and blindly explored them.
I past a lone old guy sitting on a corner out side of a teashop. Before him was a cup of tea, a backgammon board and an empty chair. He had the come sit down play a game or two look on his face. I kept walking.
that image haunted me all day. What kept me from sitting with him? Simon and Garfunkle's song “Old Friends” (or is it called bookends? It is on bookends and begins with the bookends theme) ran thru my mind.
That evening as I hopped from neighborhood to neighborhood I watch people that were alone, they never having as much fun as those that were with people. So it seemed.
