Every day, while driving my daughter to kindergarten in a van
stuffed with four children that were wrestled, wrapped and carted out
one-by-one, I saw him. Sometimes on the
way to school, sometimes on the way back home, he appeared on the edge of the horizon like the
sunrise.
He was consistently fascinating.
He ran with a loose gait, drooping athletic pants swaying
as he pressed on, one step at a time, his arms bent, hands in front of
him. He wore a hat, or more often a white
visor and also white gloves.
But the
thing that struck me most was his moustache.
It takes a certain kind of moustache to attract the
attention of a driver passing by with a van full of noise and need at twenty
miles an hour, so maybe you can picture it without me having to draw it out in
fine detail. I will tell you it was
brown and heavy, but well-trimmed.
He was a regular Tom Sellek, my mustachioed man.
Something about his regularity, the predictability of this
sighting, this crossing of paths pleased me.
That, and his moustache.
It takes a little gumption to sport a moustache like that,
don’t you think? And I guess there are
times when we could all use a little gumption.
This post is shared with Just Write, which is about, well, just writing. But somehow I confused it with a 5 minute time-limit challenge I saw on another website, so what you see here is a very quickly written little piece. Enjoy!
