Well, this lil corner of town is turnin out to be a real gem. Behind the doors of these quaint, older homes live some pretty interestin folks. And they are makin it their civic duty to come by and meet us. I can tell they're feelin us out, makin sure we're not gonna downgrade the block but I welcome that. I respect people who hold love and ownership of their dwelling space. And since I'm just a regular gal with genuine love for them, I welcome their visits.
Here's one guy I am just thrilled beyond measure to share space with.
This here is Cowboy Mike.
I seen him the other day rollin down the street and stopped to stare and wonder. You know I was happy as a lark when he rolled up to my yard yesterday :)
I asked him plain out "Why do you ride this bike around, Mike?" He has some pretty impaired speech, but if you'll just listen to folks with open ears and open heart you'd be surprised at how much you'll understand.
He told me he rides around to keep an eye on the neighborhood. Hence the Sheriff sign.
He also told me that if anyone falls off their bike and skins their knee he helps them out. He pulled a medicine dropper from his pocket and demonstrated how he does it. I put out my knee and he blew air on it from that medicine dropper. He kinda leaned in and told me quietly that it's not real. So I said "Oh, it's just more like a mental thing, right?" To which, he happily nodded. ;)
You know, coincidentally, when I was a little girl we had a "bicycle man" on our block, too. He was a much different breed. The kind my parents forbid us to go over to. No matter how tempting that perrenial jack-o-lantern bowl of candy he kept on him was. No, Mike is just a sweet soul with a childhood dream that never layed down to rest. I thank God for people like Mike. I wanna stay a person like Mike.