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had perhaps said something to harm my ego. We have specia l
connectivity that includes my willingness to appear at his behest
whenever he may urge upon me to visit, but is always humbly
regretful and typically contrite that he's bothered me to trave l
into a beyond that juts off from the ganglion of modernity. Early
this morning the call ca me for me to be present when he
demonstrates the fantastic gadget h is private one -ma n
corporation has contrived.
The gristmill of Urban Aggravation now churns us out
abnormal rates for entrance tickets and participation in the
societal venue. To stay in the race we must subject ourselves to
intolerable and adverse stimulatio n all the livelong day ;
standing in long lines at the doctor's office, the supermarket,
bank, pharmacy, restaurant, and every public establishment
thrust amongst strangers all under the pressure of hustle and
bustle, eager to get through the experience as quickly as
possible. Sweating in the crowds fro m crossing the street
because of heat rays arising fro m the blacktop that covers roads.
However, a friend is a friend, meaning when Happy Joe calls, I
come. Happy Joe was nuts about cashews but those sold in t he
local market were bug infested, so I cane empty handed. I
apologized profusely and he informed me that he had a stock o f
a few kilos stored under refrigeration.
The sensory pressure and warmth of Happy's hand impressed
a precious sense of fa miliarity i nto my hand; we "read "
someone's palm every time we shake hands with the m, the tactile
sensation of friendship, sheer joy to those to who m it e manates
and fro m those who m exude it. Owing to the fall te mperature s,
I came fortunately and propitiously attired in my leather jacket ;
his ra mbunctious slap on my shoulder didn't cause a quake
amongst my fragile osteoblasts, and I caught my glasses before
they flew to the ground. He was leading me upon the path
through his courtyard in which we had frolicked through the
developmental years; memories flowed into awareness
sensitivity consciousness .
Each step brought me closer to an imaginative retrieval of the
joy fro m memories of youthful days we spent in the hearth and
home of his loving and devoted parents and ext ended family.
The garden and courtyard was cultivated with trees and plants
that were quite co mmon but arranged to have the feeling of coo l
fresh breath of life. Those were the times when the
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