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May. 19th, 2005 08:46 pmI've had a headache for most of the day. I don't know if it is weather related, or work, or some horrible festering brain tumor. Yargh.
I talked to the sweetest man on the phone today. He told me all about his life as a jazz pianist and Ray Charles and this incredible life of travelling and opportunity. I have not the heart to interrupt the people who are lonely and alone. He told me the story of his second wife, the great love of his life and how it is hard to get used to small town Texas after New York, Paris and Tokyo. I let him talk for half an hour, because I could tell he was upset and he needed to talk to someone. His grandson is the midst of finals, so he didn't want to bother him.
It is something of a relief to have calls like that in between the psychotic redneck monsters and the hysterical spanish speaking grandmothers.
I talked to the sweetest man on the phone today. He told me all about his life as a jazz pianist and Ray Charles and this incredible life of travelling and opportunity. I have not the heart to interrupt the people who are lonely and alone. He told me the story of his second wife, the great love of his life and how it is hard to get used to small town Texas after New York, Paris and Tokyo. I let him talk for half an hour, because I could tell he was upset and he needed to talk to someone. His grandson is the midst of finals, so he didn't want to bother him.
It is something of a relief to have calls like that in between the psychotic redneck monsters and the hysterical spanish speaking grandmothers.