I'd like to say something nice about my neighbor, Kevin. I've
declared him to be, Cobblepuss, an appropriate nickname for
a fellow if there ever was one.
If you knew Cobblepuss from the neighborhood then
a grin and shake of the head would of occurred at the
mention of the name as he is another odd bird in a city
of many odd birds that is San Francisco.
Cobblepuss is a short man with a slight almost
limp in his walk as he broke his back at one time
and has a degenerative ankle in one foot. When he
walks his gait is something akin to a swishy Frankenstein
march swing tr la la down the sidewalk. Occasionally,
I chide him about his less than masculine stride among
other things.
Kevin is also obsessed with reading books about WWII,
the American Civil War, American pop culture of the
1950-60's, Boston-Mass, and his peculiar family.
If you need to fill 3 or 4 hours of your life just
mention something regarding history or
family matters in Cobblepuss company: refresh
your coffee and sit back because he's got a
story to tell you.
I guess you could say Kevin is a victim of circumstance.
His family life, injuries, and his own personality have
dealt him a hand for life that makes him an easy
target for criticism in a culture of 'self absorbed go-getters'.
I've had a rough year myself and have spent more time with
Cobblepuss than I ever anticipated. Sometime he drives me mad
as he is kind of crazy, which he'll openly admit most times.
However, there is something about the man that is decent and I have
relied on that decent company this year: especially when I've been
couped up in my cave too long and just need a cup of coffee or
some company to hang out with: some kindnesses you can't
really repay: at least in any manner I can think of.
So I have to give a shout out to my crazy neighbor Cobblepuss:
Thanks for being there Dude.
Cheers,
bC