Parking Space

Men with invisible hair or grey manes gravitate to city parks by chance to meet each other. They gather there to find long lost buddies in the company of strangers. The universe of unreliable coincidences, attracts all such likely to be parked by the same small duck pond or some other place where old men can remember the dead with the living as a few mutually shared yesterdays. There they catch up on imagined events that were almost real once; or once should have been real. They may do not know each other’s surnames, but Bob, Fred, and George are content to sit there on a bench as if they were idling buses waiting for bus-stops to arrive.