He stood confidently, ten toes down as the kids say, on the pavement in front of his domain. Soon he’d have to switch to his summer tweed or searsucker suits, but it was still chilly enough throughout the morning hours to necessitate his heavier blend. Listening to the birds’ songs, the brakes’ squeaks, and humanities’ hums he ticked through his mental list of residents he’d encounter on this bright Thursday morning. Teachers, students, the librarian, the lawyer, the savant man, the intuitive woman, and the bodega cat with her parents.
He stood on the sidewalk under the striped awning filled with the promise of the day and the joy of the knowledge that he was made complete in his work as an integral piece in the interesting venn diagrammatical puzzles of these souls’ lives. He didn’t know how he’d make a difference in each of their days, but he knew he would. That understanding infused purpose and intention in every moment and he lived for it and because of it.
He has lived lives and they are worth the telling and the listening. Please meet Bortrind “Boss” Pogue.
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