by Ray Jason
The old hippie has found his bliss.
He runs a ten table restaurant down here south of many borders. If it wasn’t for the sign out front, you would never even realize that his business exists. It looks more like a garden with a roof on top.
Besides serving food for the body, it also features food for the mind and the spirit. That’s because even though it doesn’t have walls, it has shelves filled with thousands of books. It is the local book swap, where you can take one if you leave one. Of course, if you desire one from the “Philosophy” section, you have to leave two!
The old hippie placed the plate with the omelette on my table and then paused for a second before asking,
“Is there something wrong with your phone?”
He was referring to the fact that I was the only customer that was not fixated on their Smart Phone … or as I prefer to describe them … their Personal Enslavement Device.
I took out my little no-frills phone and smiled up at him as I replied,
“No. there is something right about it … no apps, no camera, no addiction.”
He chuckled and said,
“Brother, you’re speaking my language!”
Then I asked him about the banana birds. While waiting for my food to arrive, I had marveled at the many different birds feasting on a single banana from a stalk of about ten. He told me that they would find the ripest fruit and concentrate on just that one. This left nine for the restaurant to use in their banana pancakes and muffins. This live and let live approach suited him just fine. After all, he wasn’t a “gotta have it all” hedge fund manager, he was just an old hippie.
As he was about to head off to a nearby table, he paused again and melodically said,
“If you’re going to San Francisco …”
To which I immediately replied,
“ … be sure to wear some flowers in your hair…”
We both smiled broadly and flashed each other a peace sign.