I was driving to work an early morning of World Series week, still somewhat bleary-eyed from my beloved baseball squad’s defeat that ended not too many hours ago.
Gray day. A little drizzly.
Eight hours in store for me.
Then ahead I spotted a rainbow. A big one, too, stretching toward me as I approached my exit.
As I neared the intersection and my turn, I spotted a man holding a sign. The homeless do this in my part of the world around Syracuse, N.Y., hoping motorists caught at the light at the end of the exit ramp will read their plea and fish for change, or a buck or two.
This fellow wore a Mets jacket. The rainbow ran right over his head. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my iPhone 6 to take the photograph above. It’s a cross-section of hopes to me, a metaphor of end-of-the-rainbow believing.
May the man fill his needs of the moment, and somehow right his life. That’s by far the trickiest of this equation, of course. My New York Mets thumped the Kansas City Royals upon return to their home Citi Field in Flushing on Friday night, avoiding a sweep in this World Series. There will be a game five tonight, a must-win for my Mets. I made a left turn and continued a couple of miles to my job.
Happy Nov. 1, fellow Peppers. May you enjoy today’s start of Nano Poblano, our team for this month’s NaBloPoMo.
I was a car back and rolling when I passed this man, so I waved this time. How do you personally address the homeless in your area? Who’s going to win this World Series? What are planning for your life this November?