So the day got off to a late start. The weekend looms, and I have a “date” to run around the mall on Monday with a friend which means I’ll be needing some clean clothes. Ran a few errands, pulled into the laundromat, tucked my clothes into the washers and sat outside in 45 degree weather to see the sights. Today was the first time since I’ve been here that I clearly saw the first opening to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. Usually it’s obscured by weather, but today it was clear as could be, so I took a few pictures to savor the memory. A few days ago I took pictures of the breakwater rocks, their naked bottoms covered in green moss, exposed by a super low tide, but few would appreciate a picture of mossy rocks unless they watched them as I do.
Once my fingers got too cold I retreated inside and watched the History channel where a couple of guys excavated an antique motorcycle for restoration. I watched ladies load their laundry and leave, knowing they’ll be back in 28 minutes. Some stay and put each and every blouse on a hanger, sort and fold each and every washcloth, towel, sock, and shirt, then carry their burdens to their car alone.
Today at the laundromat I saw a young man reading a thick book while wearing headphones. It’s not often I see people read, let alone young people, let alone a thick book. I was intrigued. I like to know what people are reading, and why. I grabbed one load out of the dryer and as I passed by I touched the table to get his attention and asked, “What are you reading?” He pulled off his headphones and he was happy to share the title, “The Untold History of the United States.” I had many questions and appreciated his answers. We covered a lot of ground in a short time. I hope to meet him again and see where he is with his reading. We shook hands and exchanged names, similar, too similar, and I couldn’t help but acknowledge the irony.
He is black and I am white. Does this change how you view this blog post? We are both looking to enrich ourselves. We both know that Ivanka’s clothing line is the least of this world’s concerns. We seek to understand because there’s so much more to life than what the media feeds us. How does that make you feel?