Mon 27 Feb 2006
Einstein Brothers Bagels, Wilkins Township.
A weathered man with a red face and a white beard sits at a table, drawing diagrams and jotting notes on crumpled paper. Deep in thought, he periodically mutters to himself:
Weathered Man: That’s the entire population of Earth in the 20th century!
— Dr. Martin Luther King …
— 31127 … 5 …
— Roosties … [Mumbles] … roosters are golden; they just don’t know …
— Pittsburgh! …
— Connect six-six to six U …
— You’ve got to be joking! …
— Henry the 19th! Killers. There are only 23 that count, and they’re all killers.
— Overheard by zig
March 1st, 2006 at 1:27 am
There’s a similar old man who used to come into The Coldstone Creamery (Squirrel Hill) every week . He would take several napkins and jot nonsense on them while staring out the window. Maybe they’re the same fellow. Maybe they’re communicating!
March 1st, 2006 at 12:16 pm
…Or maybe it’s the same guy that sat next to me on my train ride home from New York. He was sweating profusely and scribbling down his mumbles that did not stop for 8 straight hours.
Maybe all THREE are communicating!
March 1st, 2006 at 12:30 pm
Feightner is correct.
From the original submission:
“A weathered, red-faced man with a white beard (who I’ve been seeing around Squirrel Hill for years) sits at a large table, drawing diagrams and jotting notes on crumpled papers.”