Here I was, in a burger stand again, being pleasantly amused by the casual frankness the owners have with their customers. A sort of gracious sarcasm mixed with zealous hospitality. Of course, no two things are the same, and the levels these dishes were served varied, but there I was, unmistakably, at the Top Hat again.
It’s kinda gross, but there it is… if any of you care to take a look. I don’t know what my left foot did to deserve this, because it was more or less in the same place my right foot was most of the same time – but Left certainly got the worse for the wear.
Forgive me if I’m getting a little deep here – but how much do we know about our personal history and how often it tends to repeat itself? I couldn’t stop thinking philosophically tonight, while I sat at the counter at Hazel’s Drive In and devoured the last double cheese burger I’ll have for a while, about the Grand Scheme of things and how it all really works.
To believe our destinies are predetermined is a pretty hard nut to swallow. But is our fate already cast in concrete? Are our future stories already told? If you experience what I do from time to time you might start to wonder.
Here I was, in a burger stand again, being pleasantly amused by the casual frankness the owners have with their customers. A sort of; gracious sarcasm, mixed with zealous hospitality. Of course, no two things are the same, and the levels that these dishes were served varied, but there I was, unmistakably, at the Top Hat again.
I’ve experienced connections like this before – and, in all fairness, they usually happen in similar settings. But is it a question for the esoteric, or do our surroundings mold our actions, our personalities, more than we know?
…..and sorry I didn’t see you before I left, Frances…..but I’ll catch you on the rebound.
A long trek got me to the Delta town, Antioch. From here I’ll follow the the old river road, Hwy 150, to Sacramento.
It’s nice to discover that the fluid lubricating the inside of your shoes isn’t blood.
A long trek, yesterday, brought me through a pastoral landscape, a grooling climb and descent over Kirker Pass, and finally to the Delta town of Antioch – seventeen miles. From here I’ll follow the old river road, Hwy 150, to Sacramento. This town is a little rough around the edges. It knew better times when ship building was still in the region. Three times I was warned to be careful here. Yet, here I experienced the greatest act of kindness so far.
My feet are now very badly blistered. There’s a few nasty ones on the edge but the pads on both feet have also lost their skin. The wounds are raw, bruised, and soar.
Last night, I looked online for someplace near to eat and found Hazel’s Drive In looking pretty good…and only a block away. It took everything in me to hobble down to that restaurant and wouldn’t you know it – they were just closing up for the night! I guess they surmised I was in pain and hungry, because the owner ran out after I already turn back for the motel, and he said I could order to go. You see what going to Easter Mass can do for you!