It’s 4 a.m. and a decrepit old coot in a flannel shirt and pajama pants sits outside his motel room in Bisbee, Arizona. He has been doing the same thing every night for the past 10 years, sitting silently drinking beer, nibbling cheese and staring into space. And the silent vigil of this senile stoic is interrupted only once every night by a brief trip to the toilet.
He has lived alone in the motel since his wife of 49 years passed away in 1998, and his only son(who did not come to the funeral) is a lawyer with a wife and two children living somewhere in Tennessee.
And what will he do tonight? Exactly what he did last night and the night before and the night before that (i.e. drink, nibble,stare) while patiently awaiting the sunrise. And as the morning heat intensifies he will muster up just enough strength from the depths of his decrepitude to lift a wobbly hand and begin sucking the rapidly melting cheese from between his fingers.
another day like any other