At almost 100 years of age, an old family friend has died. He was an elder in the church, once my Sunday School teacher, a dear friend of my long-dead father, and for a while sort of a friend of mine as I got older. Let's call him Uncle Kyle.

This isn't about the dead, though. It's only an observation about me and my brother Clay.

Mom is part of the church's "prayer chain," so she knew before the rest of the family that Kyle had died, and broke the news via a group text message.

My response:

I'm sorry to hear about Uncle Kyle. He was a wise and good man, and made the world a better place by being here, which is all anyone can reasonably hope to accomplish. He had a long and happy marriage, raised a bunch of kids who (to the best of my knowledge) became decent people, and he took care of his wife after she forgot who he was. He had good advice for me sometimes, though I usually didn't take it, and I never knew him to be an ass in any way. He was a genuine good guy. Sucks that he's dead.

My brother never stopped going to church, so he presumably knew the deceased far better than I did. Here's his response:

Kyle went to be with our Lord yesterday. Solace for the family and the church, and always praise be to God. There's rejoicing in Heaven; they've been waiting for him for 99 years.

We're both sad that a family friend has died, but my brother and I sure come at it from different directions.

With no income and a dwindling savings account, I should be eating frugally at home, but Mrs Rigby's diner is too damned good and I have no self-control. I've been eating there at least once weekly, sometimes 2-3 times. They've never yet disappointed me, and yesterday they surprised me.

I sat down at the counter, and the waitress — older, Asian, skinny — poured me a cup of coffee without asking. They answer is always yes, but always before they've asked.

"Alone today?" she asked. Usually I'm alone and eating at the counter, but several times a month I'm at a table in the dining room with my family.

"Just me," I said. "Nobody's coming late, no separate checks, so I'll be easy."

She smiled at my stupid joke and asked whether I wanted breakfast, or lunch. I was starting to be impressed. Several times I've had the hamburger at Mrs Rigby's, but usually it's an omelet, and that's what I wanted that morning. "Breakfast," I said.

"Denver omelet?" she asked. "Wheat toast? Butterhorn?"

"Uh, yeah," I said and smiled, and that was the beginning of another beautiful breakfast.

Bob's Diner had only one waitress, a few dozen seats, and I'm memorably big and fat and almost always ordered the same breakfast, so yeah, Kirstin (still the world's finest waitress) had my order memorized.

Mrs Rigby's has at least five different waitresses, 2-3 working every shift. There are dozens of tables, about two hundred seats, and the restaurant is busy even when it's not busy. I've never yet had a conversation with any of the staff, just place my order and say thanks. I've never asked for anything that might make me someone they'd remember, but at least one of the waitresses knows what I want for breakfast.

When she asked breakfast or lunch, if I'd have said "lunch," my impression is that she would've brought my usual burger and fries.

I used to love baseball, now I kinda like it, but less and less as the owners make it worse and worse.

Listening to games on the radio is a corporate-sponsored experience, and I can't stand it for more than an inning at a time. It's the same commercials over and over again every half inning, and the broadcasts originate from the Western Washington Toyota Dealers booth at T-Mobile Stadium, and there are five-second scripted ads read by the play-by-play announcers between batters, sometimes between pitches, and every call to the bullpen is brought to you by Union Gospel Mission...

And now, this: After two innings tonight, the score is not the Astros 2, the Mariners 1. There'd be no money in that, so instead that's the Home Street Bank score. At every break, "our Home Street Bank score is…".

What can they sell next?

"The pitch is… low and inside, it's a Schlitz Beer ball."

"The next pitch, fastball, paints the corner, it's a Geico strike, and the Kroger count is one-and-one."

"The runner breaks from Ivar's Fish'n'Chips first base, the catcher throws, runner slides, and he's — Pepsi safe at McLendon Hardware second, with an AM/PM Mini-Mart stolen base!"

Thinking about the future gives me the blues, because there is none. Climate change, ever-morphing contagious diseases, oil and water running out, corporate control of everything, pollution, theocracy not democracy, the never-ending threat of global thermonuclear war, etc.

There's an easy solution, though: I try not to think about the future. Problem solved.

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The End

• KK

• Dave Smith

6/8/2022
Tip 'o the hat to All Hat No Cattle, Linden Arden, ye olde AVA, BoingBoing, Breakfast at Ralf's, Captain Hampockets, CaptCreate's Log, John the Basket, LiarTownUSA, Meme City, National Zero, Ran Prieur, Voenix Rising, and anyone else whose work I've stolen without saying thanks.
Extra special thanks to Becky Jo, Name Withheld, Dave S, Wynn Bruce, and always Stephanie...