The validation of all a person, another human, can mean to another.... may only be felt. Men have emotions: deep emotions, not singular either. The setting: ( Provisions Bakery & Deli in a sleepy Ohio town, waking up amongst sweet smells of baked goods and people coming and going. Two tables over a venerable elder sits, walking-stick stretched out on right of table. As a dawning, attention is transformed, the table has become an altar: his wife is framed in a small 3x5 window in the center of that flat square. Three empty chairs surround the small table. "Tuesdays through Saturday--it's my morning ritual," he almost has an apologetic tone. It's Friday.) Across the span of something we might call, Occupancy, that transitory reality has dictated a type of musical chairs. One two three or more....
A place where thought seeps out . . . sometimes out of the most unexpected places