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Dear Diary, I usually walk to school. I have been doing it for a long time. For that long time people walking in the opposite direction have become face-familiar to me. Some brave souls will exchange a smile, others a wave, a few will speak the street-greeting.

As the years go by, some disapear.

Recently I have seen the Budda. His smile is vast. His cheerfulness is monstrous and gentle.

I have had the Simmons Universal Cough & Cold all week. One day it was particularly bad. I felt especially bad. I did not realize it but I walked with my head down. He STARTLED ME, the Budda did. I was forced to snap my head up as furious waving, like a crazy flock of wings, manifested itself next to my head. The Budda was passing by. He did not break his stride. Before I knew it he was gone.

On that dreary morning I continued to walk to school with the smiling Budda face, glimpsed for a moment, lifting my spirit.

Posted by Bob White on October 14, 2011 6:10 PM