Pleasantly rather than painfully weird, for a
change.
Sometimes
Nanabozho's lessons
are not at all painful but equally enlightening. Tonight i had a
late dinner at the Parlor, sitting at the bar, between two men
(strangers to each other) who had the same first name and were born
on exactly the same day (today, 1961), within 100 miles of each
other. I looked at both of their driver's licenses as the
independent verifier of such strangeness, because one of the guys
was blind.
But it gets better.
It's a busy Friday night, and there were no cabs to be had. So i
volunteered to give the blind soon-to-be birthday boy a ride to his
next destination: a stripper bar.
Being myself, i did not go in. But i will try to more fully
understand these lessons Nanabozho sends my way, because they are
preferable to the painful ones, like
when i put a nail through my big toe.