It was a little before or after this last Christmas when Dylan and I were waiting outside a girls clothing store. We were looking down into the lower level of the mall. Watching a hawk circle around its perfume cart of a perch. <\/p>\n
He was looking for his next victim. Round and round the cart of perfume he would circle until he would utter something to an unsuspecting passerby. <\/p>\n
Unable to hear what he actually said, we starting to make things up:<\/p>\n
Hey ladies, you smell kind of bad. Let me take care of that for you. <\/p>\n
Ma’am, looking good, but I have the missing touch. <\/p>\n
Hey buddy, you need some help with ladies?<\/p>\n
Want to get your lady what she really wants. <\/p>\n
That kind of stuff. <\/p>\n
Waiting for Donna and Marisa now, I look downstairs to see the same guy. I get distracted when a mother returns her baby to a stroller with its eyes closed and asleep. I keep thinking about the last I saw my son like that and can’t shake the image of him lying on a table in the hospital.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was a little before or after this last Christmas when Dylan and I were waiting outside a girls clothing store. We were looking down into the lower level of the mall. Watching a hawk circle around its perfume cart of a perch. He was looking for his next victim. Round and round the cart … Continue reading Around Christmas 2013.<\/span>