A Simpler Life
I went to a neighborhood theatre last night (one that plays a lot of independent films) and the guy in the box office kiosk knew the names of everyone buying tickets in front of me. I recoginzed him because I've been there before with people who have stopped to chat as they're going into the show--he's the guy who ususally takes your ticket at the door--and I've often seen him walking around in the area. He's in his late 60's, I'd guess. Maybe older. And I think he lives in an apartment nearby.
He seemed so at home, greeting the patrons (one of which was a locally well-known poet) and commenting thoughtfully on the quality of the movies currently playing (I saw "Heights" and highly recommend it) and I thought maybe that's what I should do when I retire. Get some minimum-wage job at an art theatre (or bookstore or coffee shop) and rent a little room in the neighborhood so I can just spend all my time hanging around.
But in Italy, of course.
It's unrealistic, I know.
Or is it?
(Photo from "Cheap Hotels," by Daisann McLane.)
12:48:22 PM 
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