Lined on the third floor of an old building on a busy street corner are broken windows with people looking down on pedestrians. Looking up, I see gaunt faces and empty stares.
Today, I came up to see what it is like to look down at the street below. Something tells me I shouldn’t be here. That something also tells me I shouldn’t tell my mom, or my wife, but curiosity got the best of me.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I had a very pleasant conversation with an old timer named Eddie Boy. He talked about old times when he was in his prime, going places and such. Times have changed.
The lease contract is about to expire. Soon this place will be stripped down to make way for a new lessee.
Eddie Boy doesn’t play pool anymore. The checkers table sits where a third pool table was before it found a new owner. The bets are on the table.
He comes here to pass the time. I might have seen him looking out the window at one time, looking down at me. Maybe, just maybe.
Eddie Boy asked me to drop by again some other time. I just might do that.