Yeah, that guy. Talks to oncoming traffic — either rolling on rubber wheels or pressing leather soles — as if you’re actually listening to him… which you should do sometimes. So many people drive through life with perpetual road rage for where they find themselves(as David Byrne so eloquently posited decades ago, «Well, how did I get here?») that they miss what’s really happening. Here’s a humble, albeit rambling guy plugged into something, some soundtrack that keeps him upbeat holding a most unattractive turquoise colored outdoor advertisement for a business a mere two blocks away. Some days I wonder if he rehearses his blend of rap fusing Kurtis Blow and Tony Robbins, but it’s gotta be freestyle, right? Right? Even when his boombox got jacked on the corner, he let out of choice words(unprintable) and carried on with his local show. He tells you it’s going to be a great day even when you know the world’s not really in a friendly mood. A few months back, when major and annoying railroad construction in full bloom at his intersection(Lakeville and E. Washington Streets), his employer paid for an LED sign for about a week. His reaction, «Oh no, y’all, I’ve been replaced by a machine.» He returned the next week. Even Super Sonic realized that he’s irreplaceable.
