Chicago : Adams street just outside Union Station .
Leaving Union Station , I take the escalator up and out to Canal Street . I had forgotten the hypnotizing allure , like the whistle heard in the distance of an oncoming train , of the big city streets . Large tourists boats beneath the street bridge , glide like noisy swans , on the wide river , glimmering in the sun and on the sidewalk corner an old man with a saxophone performs for a few coins to be tossed into his open instrument case of torn burgundy velvet . His music is sweet , his face weathered , his shirt torn ragged . As I walk east towards Lake Michigan down Adams street , noticing crowds of beautiful people and admiring the breathtaking architecture of tall buildings , my now highlighted pink and purple hair blowing north , south , east and west , gives me freedom in my step with flip-flops bouncing down the sidewalk . I smile at the uniformed employees chatting together in the wind in front of hotel lobbies I wish I could stay in . I would love to live in lots of different hotel rooms for a year !
Suddenly a man , a very handsome man , a tall man appears walking in step with me . Why is he walking with ME ? Being quick in my observations , I notice his fine navy linen suit , tailored a size too small like the European men in Sofia and his laced tan leather shoes shine to am almost burnt orange sheen . He has a face slightly boyish in its angles , terribly handsome like Brad Pitts in ” Meet Joe Black ” and his long thick white blond hair brushed casually straight back off his forehead , was nearly too much for me ! Seriously !
” You look as colorful as the city , like an exotic bird ”
” It’s windy up there so I landed down here ” . Can’t believe I say this !… as he laughs . ” It’s an amazing place for sure “.
” Where do you come from , some other country “?
” Um , no , Michigan “.
” But what is it you do “?
” Um , I’m an artist , um , what about you “?
” A writer , I live here , a film writer . Your hair and your coat ( bright green vintage ) … pause … they are provocative … I’m sorry , I knew I shouldn’t have said it that way … It’s the way you walk wearing it so large on you … and your blond pink hair too . Where are you going and would you please have a coffee with me “?
” Um … Thankyou , but ” … almost feeling sick to my stomach , I stop walking ,
” Jack , my names Jack , look here’s my card , what’s your name sunshine ?
” Meg , but I have to catch a train in less than an hour “.
” Are you coming back thru this way ? Look , look here on my card , my phone number , will you please call me . I just had my 50th birthday and I’ve become more brave , I know I’m just a stranger to you but I would really like to talk more with you again . You are like a peacock , so bright . ( now I think he’s really funny ! )
” I’m going back now , back to the station “. as I turn around and ignore responding to his plea .
” Wait , don’t go … let me at least help you cross this busy street “.
Once on the other sidewalk corner , I look straight in his brown eyes and simply say , ” bye “.
” Don’t be in a hurry “, spoken under his breath as if it were a secret thought I couldn’t hear .
” Are you flirting with me still , a much older woman “?
” Yes , I’m attracted to you “.
” Um , lucky me ” … I surprise myself flirting back and flashing my eyes at him like a camera shutter , sending mixed messages .. “Bye”.
He stands still , putting his beautiful hands in both pockets , his dear smile lost in the Chicago crowd .
Narrator ( getting confused as to which story he’s in ) : ” Walking away , meg hears another conversation between two young women “.
” Did you hear that ! ! ! … I swear I heard that baby blue samsonite suitcase that woman is carrying say something !
Personal note : Encounter on Adams Street dedicated to you , Robbie … umm … you know what I mean !