Bill's Musings

I was sitting in a restaurant the other day, minding my own business, just waiting for my order, when an elderly gentleman wandered in. He had a cane in one hand, was dragging an oxygen pack with the other, and was shaking ever so slightly. He meandered through the tables and chairs, gingerly searching out the best place for him to sit.

After finding an ideal spot, he slowly lowered himself into the booth, and slid all the way in, almost as if he was cocooning himself. Several of the other customers had followed his progress, and some of us smiled at each other at how sweet this man looked, at how frail and innocent he looked, wanting to go and maybe hug him or buy him a cup of tea. It was a nice moment.

Then he pulled out his Blackberry and started texting and reading his e-mail.