Old Geezers Out to Lunch

Old Geezers Out to Lunch
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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Overheard: Feb.1, 2013

In the enclosed above street walkways of downtown Minneapolis at lunch today, I came across an elderly man of slightly disheveled appearance peering through the window of a high-end jewelry store, bending over to look at the expensive rings and necklaces. His clothes were slightly worn, though not soiled as is often the case with the street people who stay outdoors, even in the winter. He wore one of those furry caps with the earflaps, though, and a felt jacket with a lumber-jack plaid pattern you associate with the Alaska bush country, so he clearly had come in from the cold recently.

Our friend was in striking contrast to the young and fashionable professionals that clog the indoor retail "streets" at lunch-hour. He was wholly ignored by all of them as they scurried to their noon-hour flirtations and fashionable lunches. They gave him not even the barest of glances.

As he peered at the pretty shiny baubles in the window of the jewelers, the man bobbed his head and sang in a clear, vibrato baritone voice that didn't at all suggest mental deficiency, except for the incongruity of the setting.

"Gooood Day, Sunshine....Gooood Day, Sunshine..."


  1. What a gift to be happy despite conditions most consider sad or even tragic. It's cool that you could hear what the man was singing.

    Most mornings I bike past a homeless man shouting at his reflection in the empty teller's window of the movie theater across from my office. I can't help watching for a moment, trying to decipher his rant. No luck so far.

  2. A great moment and powerful observation. Thanks for the pause.

  3. And he was probably happier than any of those high-rollers ever will be. God bless him!


  4. AWESOME post! Now, I'll have that song playing in my head for the rest of the evening.
    BTW.... I LOVE your header photo. Takes me waaay back!

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    Would you please go to my blog, then to my profile page and then send me an email? I want to talk to you about something but don't see an email address on your blog anywhere. If you don't want to, that's no problem either. thanks!

  6. Minneapolis is a great little city for these kinds of moments, especially in winter.

    And who knows? I'm downtown and in the skyways -- I wonder if you and I passed each other?!