Inspired

We were driving into the city when we saw what we thought was a burlap bag propped up on the guardrail beyond the inside lane. Instead, it was a guy. He was sitting on the guardrail, straddling it, with a pack next to him. He was hunched over with his head bent down almost to the rail. It looked like he was writing.

Now we witnessed this for all of a few seconds before we had sped past. We didn't take a picture on our phone (we were driving, for God's sake). We don't know the story here. But the one we're superimposing over this scene is that this dude was walking the interstate (my kids might call him a hobo -- they really love that word right now) and was suddenly attacked by an inspiration so great that he had to stop, sit down and put it to paper, a few feet from cars going by at 70 mph.

We would love to have some inspiration like that. We write a little on the job because we have to, and we write a little more on here because … well, we're not sure why, but it's not because our souls would be in anguish if we didn't.

But this guy, at least in the way we interpreted the scene, was feeling it and had to do something about it. Is it odd to think we would roll down the window and shout, "Hey, buddy, can you spare us some of that?"

Seeing him, we thought about what would go into this post, but we didn't stop to write it down. We just kept driving. It could wait. Places to go, stuff to do.