A saloon on Christmas Eve. 'Al' writing furiously at an outside table. We met as we all left at the same time..Me: I took your picture through the window. I hope you don't mind,.
Al: Oh, I don't mind at all.
Me: Were you writing?
Al: Always.
Me: If you have email I'll send you a copy of the picture.
Al: No. No email. Happy Holidays.
Me: Good night. Happy Holidays to you.
And Al headed up a side street to Bisbee's mission, open all night, no drinking or loud noise allowed.
5 comments:
And I really love this picture--and the story.
I'm struck by the kindness-on both sides-of this brief connection. It gives me hope somehow.
I'd love to see Al's stories..
Tai, if I had any expertise at all, this post would have concluded with: Click 'here' to see Tai Moses' essay on the Invisible Writer.
What a great story and picture..bisbee is full of all sorts of charecters...wish you could have found out what he was writing?
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