It is Friday morning. Not even yet four. I have been up over an hour. I was asleep by ten, awake by two. I did not get up till three.This has been my pattern the last few days. Even Miss Friday is not awake good yet. I have had no coffee, tea or coca to stimulate me in any way. So I would say that words may be as elusive as sleep this morning.
Some time back I wrote of Jerry Colburn. He was a young man who grew up in our neighborhood. I was younger, he did not know I existed. I wrote about how at The Polyester Place I sat at a table with a woman who knew the old Ninth Street gang. We mentioned names, The Colburn name came up. She pointed across the room to an older man and said, "That's Jerry Colburn right there." I told my sister. She asked if I had went up to him and told him I was a Munch? I said no. A week or so later I asked a man I thought might be this Colburn fella if that was him? The man said no. I do not know if it was him and he was afraid to say yes. It was a fiasco. The people at his table stared at me all through lunch. I told my sister never again would I ask anyone if he was Jerry Colburn. I lied.
Yesterday my friend and I went to lunch once again. It was crowded. Birthday dinner once more. They had cake and that always means a large crowd. Well as we were getting ready to go. I spotted him. At the front table. It was that dang Jerry Colburn again. This time I was sure. As we started to leave I walked up to the man. Hmmm, I thought he seems a little smaller than he did the other time. I took a deep breath, settled my nerves and bent down. In a fairly low voice as not to embarrass myself I asked, "Are you Jerry Colburn?" He looked at me funny. "What," he said in a loud voice. Good grief I think Mr. Colburn might be deaf. I spoke a little louder, looking around, hoping nobody noticed. "Are you Jerry Colburn?" I said very loudly. He banged the side of his head, opening his ears up I think. I must not have made myself clear. "Are you Jerry Colburn?" This I almost screamed. Everyone left in the place stared at me. He jumped a foot. I had frightened the little man. But this time he looked at me with understanding. He finally had heard.
He shook his head. "No him and his wife left about five minutes ago." Fate has not meant for me to talk to Jerry Colburn and tell him my sister said hi. I'm just hoping the next time I go over to the Polyester Place they don't try to get me for stalking. Wherever you are Jerry right this minute, I hope you had a happy life. I hope you continue to do so. I promise I will never ever ask for you again. Please do not be afraid. I have not come to harm you. I only wanted to say hi for my sister.
So my task is done another day. Words scattered, words that make little sense even to me. Its getting closer to Christmas. I see the Christmas lights are still burning in the little store. They look very pretty. I don't know if anyone here in Blogland has ever heard of Jerry Colburn. I sure don't intend to ask. For now, I'm outta here.
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