I took my extended junk miles commute to work today. It takes me about an hour. I consider it a "long ride." It starts by rolling through some south side neighborhoods where people build houses that cost an amount of money than I can't comprehend. They look more like Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters than a private residence.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, so I spit out of these neighborhoods onto the light rail path on the south end of town and head towards the big buildings. There's always a lot of people going both directions. Headed to the train, running, walking, skateboarding, tied to a shitting dog, riding bikes... it's a wonderful thing. This morning, something dawned on me. With so many people going opposite directions, why are there not a lot more high-fiving going on?
I was happier than a kid standing out in front of his mobile home on Route 6 throwing the international sign for "blow your horn" at passing semis getting blasted by air horns all day.
I need more high fives in my life. Not the frat bro thing I witnessed so many times in YSU's Kilcawley Center. I prefer the slightly more ironic ones that Jesse the Dude would punish you with as he let out a passionate Ric Flair "WOOOOOOOOOO!" I miss the days when Dude was uptown messengering. I think George Bush was president then. I guess I miss him too.
Unrelated, I remember seeing a guy in a gorilla suit carrying a briefcase in the mall when I was in high school.
I said, "Hi, Dad."
"Hi, son," he grunted in return.
I shoulda high-fived him, but these were different times. Ronald Regan was president, and I didn't know the difference between Republican and Democrat, let alone proper high five etiquette.
I guess that's why I went to college to broaden my horizons.