I was entering my favorite bread shop this afternoon when an older gentleman beat me to the door. He entered and oh so slowly closed the door behind himself.
I waited until he latched it closed …
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I was entering my favorite bread shop this afternoon when an older gentleman beat me to the door. He entered and oh so slowly closed the door behind himself.
I waited until he latched it closed before I presses down on the latch to follow him, and as not to disturb him, hesitated until he released his hand from the handle. I was grabbing my obligatory afternoon cookie that sustains me for the remainder of the day.
After entering the shop, I waited for him to complete his transaction. I overheard him say to the cashier, “So, how has your day been?”
As he walked by me, he turned to me and said, “I was born in Germany in 1938 and left when I was an 8-year-old boy. I saw the rise of Hitler as a youth. I do not see much difference in what I see today here in America.”
As we passed through the door, he turned back to me and said, “Do you know what ‘Trump’ means in German? I said no, feeling that I could quickly imagine the Latin potentials. He said, “It means ‘triumphant.’” I turned back to him and said, “I see the resemblance to this situation.”
JOHN EDWARDS
Port Townsend
