It was a beautiful, sunny day. I was waiting on a lady to come and get her food order at the front door of an assisted living facility. Covid protocols were in place, so the doors were locked to outsiders. However, there was a patio area for the residents by the parking lot. Some gentlemen were sitting there talking about the 'good ol days.' I couldn't help but listen.
"you know that seafood market on Rush Street?"
"Yeah!" the rest exclaimed.
"Well now you listen to what we used to do on Saturday mornings to get money for the western. That place got truck deliveries on Saturdays. The truckers would have to take a number and then be offloaded in the order of the numbers. So, we would all get up really early, go down to the market and get the numbers. When the truckers would show up, we would sell them the numbers for a nickel or a dine. Whoever wanted the lower number paid pretty good! It was fabulous! We could go see a western or two, eat popcorn and soda and candy all day."
They all chimed in with their favorite western they had seen at the old theater.
I thought it was really neat to listen to their stories. Definitely a bright part of the day.
The lady who ordered the food made her way through the automatic doors and took her bag.
"Wanna come up?" She offered.
I told her I wished I could but they probably would not let me. She agreed. The gentlemen saw her and hollered at her to get over there and enjoy the sunshine with them. She smiled and left.
In all the chaos of Coronavirus, people still needed to reach out and laugh, smile and offer companionship. Same is true now, as well.
God bless!