Saturday, May 5, 2018

The blessing of the bikes.

Tomorrow there will be three thousand motor cycles lining both sides of the street and a priest will drive between them in a golf cart spraying holy water on each of them.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Driver's license

Standing in line to get my driver's license at AAA. A burly, older man with an accent that I took to be Portuguese, is told that he can't have a copy of his registration because it has expired. "But the sticker on my license says 19. How could it be expired?' This was followed by a long back and forth with the very good natured clerk, who called in two other clerks for their opinion and support. Eventually they told him that he would have to go to the registry. All through this he kept turning to those of us in line as an audience for his complaints about the computers etc.
As we waited for this to be resolved the woman at the front of the line and the man in front of me carried on an animated conversation. All that I heard were her reports about what her son was doing. What courses he was taking at college etc. The guy in front of me was retired and spent his winters in Florida. "Next year I'm not coming back until May." After she got her license, as she was leaving, she reached out her had to shake his and said, "Thank you so much for all you did for my son." I wanted to ask him what he had done, but I didn't.