Starbucks coffee is ubiquitous.
Their wi-fi gets us connected free to the global web. For a couple of bucks I mingle almost daily with tech savvy people who lean towards globalism, free healthcare for all, living wage checks from Uncle Sam, electric cars. The company’s political stance doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy their coffee.
This morning, in the Starbucks parking lot, a prehistoric horned toad sits on a Toyota car hood waiting for his Frappe.
This Toyota truck looks like it belongs to a working man but I can’t see tools in the truck bed because it has a locked security cover because Albuquerque is, after all, a “Breaking Bad ” city. Crime is on everyone’s lips these days in Albuquerque but the conditions that breed crime aren’t likely to be fixed anytime soon. Crime used to be considered a morality problem but is now talked about as an economic problem. If we just keep pumping money towards the crime problem here, it will be solved, our Mayor says.
This little dinosaur doesn’t nod at me as I go by. He reminds me of a green gecko I glued to the hood of my old painter’s truck, a synthetic stuccoed Mitubishi ” Mighty Max. ” He reminds of the beautiful lime green gecko on the front porch screen door of my temporary quarters in Ms. Sue’s Haiti.
Why I run into the same things in different places, across time and place, is not a coincidence.
What is odd is how of some of my crazy ideas have also been tried by someone else.
Are we ever truly original?