{"id":47,"date":"2004-09-30T02:08:00","date_gmt":"2004-09-30T02:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cloudwrangler.com.php53-14.ord1-1.websitetestlink.com\/?p=47"},"modified":"2004-09-30T02:08:00","modified_gmt":"2004-09-30T02:08:00","slug":"on-the-great-lost-flock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.cloudwrangler.com\/?p=47","title":{"rendered":"On the Great Lost Flock"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>or,<\/p>\n<p>One man&#8217;s spare change is another man&#8217;s bread and butter.  And whiskey.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gimme any state, I&#8217;ll give ya thah capital.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The words were gravely, and spilled from a mouth missing several of it&#8217;s dirty yellow teeth.  It floated on a cloud of bad whiskey so strong it might have stung my eyes, had I not already averted my gaze in defensive prepration.  I kept my own eyes on the street ahead, and away from his.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come on, man&#8230;any state.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I looked.  His eyes were glassy, and held lunacy and delight, with no malice.  He wasn&#8217;t desperate, he wanted me to play with him.  His look reminded me forcibly of our dog, tail wagging and expectant.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Alabama,&#8221; I said. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Montgomery, man.  Easy one.  Gimme anotha.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Swear to God, I thought it was Birmingham.  I suck at this game.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Maryland.&#8221; I know this one.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Annapolis.&#8221;  So did he.  His eyes weren&#8217;t the only thing dancing now.  He&#8217;d been shifting around since this game began, almost doing a little jig.  Now, one of his feet began to lift ryhtmically off the ground, then back down again.  He was having the time of his life.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;North Dakota.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bismark, boy, I got&#8217;em all.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>My hand had already dug out all the change in my pocket, and I reached for my wallet as well.  I see so many homelss people, get pestered and lied to and conned regularly, and always go away feeling a little greasy.  I wish I could help all of them, but I simply can not.  I don&#8217;t care if they&#8217;re spending the money on liqour or drugs.  It&#8217;s not as if these people are a warm meal and a shower away from getting it together.  Most of them are at least as crazy as the Capital Man, a lot of the rest are outright liars.  It was just something about this man, wearing his tattered red sweatshirt and torn pants, without a shred of hopelessness.  His skin was dirty, his face rippled with scars, yet it was a smiling face.  His smile broadened and changed when I handed him my small bit of money, my entry fee into his little game.  It was grateful, a bit sad, large and winning.  He repeated &#8220;Thank You, suh, thank you,&#8221; as he shuffled on down the street, asking his question again, looking for new players.  Most ignored him as I had tried to do, and I stood and watched as he crossed the street, moving on, thinking to myself that they were all missing out.  They all had the chance to be touched and make a very real friend, as I had just done.  I watched his shuffle, still alomst dancing, still smiling until he was almost obscured by the 6th Street crowd.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;MINNESOTA!&#8221;  I yelled suddenly, surprising myself, tears rising.<\/p>\n<p>His skinny arm thrust upward forward, the last parting wave of a hero off to war.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;SAINT PAUL, BABY!  SAINT PAUL!&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>or, One man&#8217;s spare change is another man&#8217;s bread and butter. And whiskey. &#8220;Gimme any state, I&#8217;ll give ya thah capital.&#8221; The words were gravely, and spilled from a mouth missing several of it&#8217;s dirty yellow teeth. 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