Amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, we often forget the beauty and significance of human connection. I really miss my old friends, and even though I don't hate this life, I do wish I could go back sometimes. This is about two old friends that Erin overhears at the coffee shop, and it's called Centennial Men.
Centennial Men
A colorful array of empty tables spread across a delightful patio, surrounded by hundreds of empty chairs and a draft that barely touches the nose of this lovely sun-soaked afternoon.
And still, a big and burly grayed man insists on cracking the serenity. No other soul on the horizon, and still, the wool sock and wrangler jean wearing man has the audacity to plop his tuna salad right next goddamn door! Blasphemy!! Millions of tables, and I am the one with a rotting nose as he gnaws slowly at his feast.
Another centennial man limps over and exclaims “I was 71 yesterday, and now I am 72!”
“Oh man, Happy Birthday!” says the tunaman.
“Bob Marley’s birthday too you know”
“You better be damn proud of that one David!”
“February 3rd, 1951, and it’s a birthday present just to see you Dan!”
By now my nose has acquiesced, my anger subsided, and I fall back into my book as the two storytellers catch up in the beautiful afternoon sun, at the table right next to me.