Pink Wig on Georgia
I had seen them blocks away, from the moment I left my condo. It was hard not to. The pink wig waving and jostling with every jerk and hitch of their body could be seen from space, sans telescope. They were loud without me being able to hear them. It didn’t matter what they said or what they were doing. I knew I would need to be on the lookout for what Pink Wig was up to. This is why attention is essential. You catch unexpected things. They disrupt the natural pattern and require adjustment, acknowledgment, and awareness.
Expat Observations: Mad Men’s Paul Kinsey
He was the only one in the place smoking an e-cigarette, puffing along with an imperious demeanor like Paul Kinsey and his pipe in the critically acclaimed drama Mad Men. Now that I think about it, he looked like him, too, especially after Kinsey joined the Hare Krishnas. Tall, on the husky side of middleweight, a growing gut that’s covered former athletic pursuits.