The houses are run down and people have lived here
for years, some of the lots are an acre or more,
Mom has wonderful tall grass growing between the banana
trees and we are having dinner in the yard. A beautiful
table is set. Mom is indigenous North American, don't
recall the tribe right now. The conversation somehow
shifts to Big Foot. And Mom starts hollerin "Sasquatch
is Real.. I'm tellin you lots of people have seen
Sasquatch and the legends are real..".
Years later I am thinking, "Hum, well, new species
are discovered all time; big creatures like antelope
and large primates". And...
Walking, mostly absorbed in thought, I suddenly hear:
"Hey! Hey, you're my buddy from the Wawa, remember?"
And by that, the middle-aged man, friendly in that crushed kind of way, meant that he recognized me, that he'd asked me for change several...