Today was one of those days that will stand out in my memory for hours.

I was having lunch with a friend of my from work, and noticed out the window a couple of young men fluffing their cock feathers. My friend said, “Looks like we’re going to see a fight.” They went back and forth with one man getting in his car, only to get back out and stick out his chest. One time in the car finally took hold, and he drove away.

A few seconds later, another young man comes out of the same convenience store wearing the store uniform holding a two foot pipe and starts running after the car.

Since the man in the car had to turn left out of the parking lot, the young man with the pipe was able to intersect him. More inaudible words were exchanged as well as the man getting out of his car again. This time, his chest wasn’t nearly as puffed out. Whatever was exchanged seemed to pacify the young man with the pipe, and the one with the car drove away.

One show usually indicates a good day, but two shows?

After work while engaged in my twice-a-day commute, I saw another young man on the sidewalk decked out in lime green top hat and lime green coat with tails. He was sporting some over-sized “shades” and beneath the top hat stuck out a shock of curls. But that is not what made me notice him.

He was dancing.

And not just a bit of head-boppin’ groove, he was all out dancing. Spinning around with arms and legs flailing… and he was pretty good too. I couldn’t stop to watch as traffic was moving, but I immediately thought it was a promotional stunt by a local business, similar to the people holding signs or wearing costumes.

But as I watched him dance from the next red traffic light, my heart skipped as I watched him stop dancing and groove on down the street. Yes, he was dancing for fun!

All across the world, there are people fighting as well as people dancing. Some are sleeping and some are having sex. I wonder in the time it took me to write this, how many people died? How many died of a gunshot wound and how many died of lonliness in a convalescent home. How many babies were born in the time it took you to read it? Suffering and happiness dance together and we call this Life.

Oh, now I ruined a perfectly good blog entry by getting all philosophical. I’ll try to be better next time.