Sad Hombre on the Bus: Que Paso?
I saw a man on the bus today and his face was distorted with pain. His sun-weathered face trembled while he tried to hold back the tears. This was an hombre who had lost his soul.
"Que paso hombre?"
His lips tightened and he pulled his hat down over his eyes and I left him alone.
It is a very sad day in Washington DC.
Maybe next year. I need tater-tots.