“It’s Fathers Day and Everybody’s wounded. First we take Manhattan. Then we take Berlin.”

as i was leaving the Mexican restaurant, the waiter thanked me and then he said something that completely threw me off. He said “happy father’s day.” And I was shocked. Totally shocked.

you see, I have been fatherless since July of 1994. And I have never been a father. I forget that some people are fathers and other people still have fathers. And sometimes both at the same time.

i think the waiter was telling me something i needed to hear. but i’m not quite sure why. was he reminding me to think of my father? or was he sorry for me that i was spending fathers day dinner eating enchiladas verdes at Mexican restaurant all by myself?

it made me take stock of my life for all of 15 seconds before i decided it was all too much to take stock of and i really was not in the mood.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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