New York has the Naked Cowboy but by normal standards he is only slightly off. You find people like that pretty much in every city in the world. In Kalamazoo, Michigan, there has been an Uncle Sam for years. This is a guy dressed like Uncle Sam who sits on his in front of his building watching traffic go by.
Many years ago while on a trip through the Upper Penninsula there was a guy walking by the side of the road dressed as Jesus and carrying a cross. It is the random bits of life like this that give us pause. We see them, sometimes passing by quickly in our cars, and we question ourselves if we just saw what we think we had seen. Life seems stranger than fiction sometimes.
The bits and pieces today is Solid Form. A brief glimpse at one of these figments of our warped reality.
We don’t exist in any solid form. He wore the sign like a shield, blocking him away from others. Marching up and down the street, a few people stopped, offering him money or food. Most steered clear of him, afraid he might infect them. Still he walked up and down the street. He was oblivious to the people around him. His long gray beard darkened with dirt and grime swayed in the light breeze. His clothes, old and ratted, did little to protect him from the wind and rain. Still he walked.
A little girl, her hair in pigtails, light freckles splayed across her cheeks, gently pulled at his coat. He walked, not seeing, not acknowledging her presence. She tugged at his coat again “Mister?”
He turned to her, looking through her, then started walking again. She tugged harder at his coat. “Mister, what does your sign mean?” He stopped and looked at her again. “Can’t you read?”
“Yes, I can read.” She tilted her head to the side. “What does it mean?”
He turned from her and started walking. “It means, leave me alone.”