Reflections on Delmar

I had the opportunity to sit outside in front of the Starbucks on Delmar Blvd. on Saturday night for about an hour while I was waiting for a friend of mine (I think that might have been the longest sentence ever). I haven't had the chance to just watch and listen for a while and I relished the experience. I had my trusty journal with me and here's an excerpt that I wrote as I observed a portion of St. Louis:

So, I'm sitting outside Starbucks on Delmar waiting for Annie. I love the city. I love the people - so separate yet so together. I love all the sounds - piped in music, acoustic guitar from the guy at the next table, people talking, cars, buses, the guy singing with the piped in music, the sound of some other guy's razor tapping on the table (yes, there is a guy shaving outside of Starbucks).

I wonder what makes them tick. What goes on inside their heads. Like Guitar Guy - he's nicely dressed - all he has with him are his keys, coffee, and his guitar. Did he just come to Starbucks to play the guitar? Is he a businessman who spends Saturdays alone playing a guitar outside of Starbucks.

I just saw a 21 year old (at least she looks 21 ish) with a HUGE attitude walk by wearing a hot pink tissue paper veil. A bride to be? Hope she comes with a warning label!

Someone left a stack of DVDs in bin labeled "Free Box" on the sidewalk. Wonder if there's anything good.

Sitting here I can't help but think that sometimes the world is so painfully small. We rub and bump up against each other until our skin gets raw. No one can breathe deep lest they suffocate someone else.

But there are other times when we move as one unit swaying back and forth - everyone having enough space to move freely. Breathing as a team - one out the other in - suppling each other with what's needed to sustain our lives.

People just walked into a restaurant with music equipment. Are they any good? Where have they been? Do they know anyone I know?

Oh my god! A dude wearing capris. Now I've seen everything.

So, there ya go. I was feeling creative and philosophical. Here's a picture of me at the afore mentioned Starbucks. You can tell how long it's been summer by the number of freckles on my face.