Hustle and bustle

The Downtown library is so uninviting now. When I was 19 it was my haven. I could spend all day wandering the aisles. I drove by a few days ago wondering whether or not to go in. It looked like more of a hangout for the homeless and I suddenly grew very sad...I miss those days spent with books. I couldn't bring myself to go in so I went and sat at the McDonald's right in the heart of Downtown. There was a little elderly woman sitting in the booth in front of me. She had a purple, yellow floral patterned scarf tied around her head and Sinatra was playing on the speakers. I could hear her humming the song; she looked perfectly content. There was a mural painted on the ceiling and a woman trying to capture the image with her cell phone. And there I was, hungry, observing, writing and waiting on Andres. I felt as though I were back in my early 20s, watching the world pass me by with a pen in my hand and blank sheets of paper before me. Watched the man in sunglasses, a gray shirt, and bright red shoes run by. Old black man carrying a baby blue leather old-school style suitcase and a fedora on his head. Young blond business woman yelling across the street as her white skirt raised around her legs, Marilyn Monroe style. Hustle and bustle of all the busy people. If I asked them each to tell me a story, what would they have said?