Talking Garbage

I am planning on meeting up with Alice later today. Every year, same time, same place. It's our thing. Well, maybe not just ours.

She has not changed from our first encounter. She is funny, irreverent. She has important things to say but with her tongue firmly planted in her cheek. She is the younger version of all of us, that hazy memory of a time so very long ago. She is, and will forever be as the first time I laid ears on her.

We all should have an Alice in our life. Someone who makes us find the absurdity in what greets us along the way. Someone who has total respect for those who show no respect for the many to whom no respect is warranted. Someone who says hello to today and the tomorrow's to come with a smile that says I am in on the joke.

Every Thanksgiving I head to Alice's place. Filled with the tale of Officer Obie, 8 by 10 glossies, littering, a massacre and other matters that matter.

Today, at high noon we will meet at Alice's restaurant. That isn't actually named after her at all. But that's not one of the matters that matters.

Hello Alice. Let's talk garbage.