Monday, June 28, 2004

I like my life.
(part 2 of ?)

Wait for it…wait for it…

On to character #2: Mr. Beaver Pelt (as so eloquently articulated by P-Diddy).

Rumor had it that these two gentlemen were once listed in Creative Loafing as Intown Atlanta’s most memorable individuals, or some such thing. I’ve yet to find the article in the stacks. Lack of official and documented backup aside, I’m highly amused by the fact that I’ve mentioned them to three different people in recent days who have lived or do live intown, and all three knew exactly who I was talking about. As I said, P-Diddy even had a fitting and clever name for him: Beaver Pelt.

Unlike the first gentleman I mentioned, I see this guy everywhere. Filling a prescription at Eckerd, in line at Publix, just walking around. Always going somewhere to do something, a man with a mission that I like to imagine is quietly absorbing life as he weaves through the bodies and the streets we share.

His uniform is simple…white tennis shoes, medium height white tube socks, khaki gym-teacher type polyester shorts and a short sleeve button up shirt. He’s tall and lean with crinkly, wavy white hair and perhaps even glasses.

Now we are in the south so at first I thought he had a mullet in a ponytail, but I’m still just not sure. From the front he appears to be a sensible man…clean cut, clothes pressed, face without expression. If you catch a view from the side or the back though, you’ll see that a ponytail (?) is pressed flat into what appears to be…a beaver’s tail. A gray and white, thick, coarse, fluffy-flat tail.

The man. The beaver. The legend.

Listening to: Pete Yorn, Day I forgot