The Old Man and the Coffee Shop

DSC_1177-2.jpgThis is not a coffee shop, no is this where  I met the old man.  I think that this is a bank or something.  I mean, I know the sign next to it indicates US Bank, but that one had a separate door.  So, I’m not sure.  I didn’t really pay much attention and we didn’t actually go in.  I took this photograph, well, because I just really liked the stones of the building and the color.  It was a little out of place as it was clear the other buildings were quite a bit newer.  This was clearly historic (at least as much as it could still be).

So, what does it have to do with an old man and a coffee shop?  Nothing. I just didn’t have another picture to go with the post.  I failed to take a picture of the actual coffee shop.  Didn’t think about, but I was thinking about the old man yesterday.

My friends and I had just walked several blocks in downtown Chicago and we were in dyer need of a restroom.  Now, for those that don’t know me…I’m almost always in boots.  I rare other shoes, but it is boots the majority of the time.  That Saturday was no different.

I probably should not have chosen the pair of boots that I did, but in all fairness…I hadn’t really realized how much we would end up walking and those hadn’t quite been broken in for hours on end of endless walking.  Anyway, I digress. Now, I know.  This is a random tangent, but stay with me.  It is important to my story.

We chose a Starbucks on the corner of the main road we were on.  While in there, we each took our turns.  As I was standing out at the table with on my friends, this old man said, “That’s the first pair of cowboy boots I’ve seen up here.  You’re not from around here are you.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I told him no.  As he rambled on about boots and not seeing a pair, I noticed his and asked him if he was from Texas.  I was not being judgy or stereotyping.  I mean, hello. I’m the last person on earth that has any right to do that. Not that anyone does, but again…I digress.

He just kind of had this Larry Hagman as JR Ewing vibe about him.  He was sitting there in cowboy boots, jeans, a nice shirt, and a suit jacket.  It was evident that old cowboy-business tycoon kind of gentleman.  I could see him sitting in Dallas in boots and hat while in a business meeting.  Listening to all these up and comers struggling to impress him as they hope to advance in the company.

We never got around to finding out what he did for a living, but we chatted for a quite a bit.   I discovered that he too hated Chicago.  He had been there for several weeks and it sounded like he’d be there a bit longer.  We chatted about Indiana and how some of best people he had the privilege of meeting had come from Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, and a couple of other places.  I guess I should take that as a compliment or something.  We just chatted about random things…the lack of cowboy boots in Chicago.  He just couldn’t seem to get over that.  I am a bit surprised myself, but I guess it was bound to happen eventually.

It was really just nice chatting with him.  It is one of my favorite things about traveling.  The meeting new people and hearing what they have to talk about.  I usually don’t care what it is, unless you are trying to save me from the rapture or sale me hope.  There was one of those too.  Unfortunately, I caught on before accepting his “Gift”.  It is just one of the things that makes life, I think.  Meeting people and hearing their thoughts on all the wanderings that are like that of “the lack of  boots in Chicago”.

Until the next time, I bid adieu.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

2 thoughts on “The Old Man and the Coffee Shop

  1. We have a lot of cowboy/rancher/oilman/business man types here in Calgary – and some of them are even the real deal(!) – I like the look when it’s for real…
    As for meeting good people, you’re quite right, a change of location and an open mind does that – and you can become quite convinced that most are pretty decent types, too!
    Pity that building wasn’t a coffee shop, I’d argue it’d be better than a bank. Enjoyable post!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s