Nocturnal Sojourns

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

"Hello?"

"Hi Hon, Where you at?"

"I'm over here at church. Xav...One of the women in the choir says there is a strange man outside on a bicycle."

"Oh my."

"They say he might be dangerous........"

"A man on a bicycle?"

"Yeah, with a light on his head!"

"That sounds like a suspicious sort, out riding a bike at night with a light on his head. There ought to be a law....."

"Xav.....?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you come check it out? It's dark and he's still out there.....In a hoodie."

"Does he have a gun?"

"I don't know......."

"I bet he's armed.....Should I bring Ilsa?"

"She might get hurt, leave her at home........Hurry......."

"What's he wearing?"

"I don't know......Dammit, he's wearing jeans, a hoodie and talking on a cellphone!...............Is that Ilsa?.....Dammit! You goofball!"

A poet put it very well. She said when she was older,
She wouldn't be so meek and mild. She threatened to get bolder.
She'd put a red hat on her head, and purple on her shoulder.
She'd make her life a warmer place, her golden years much golder.

As ladies get older, they rejoice in the wearing of red hats and purple gowns. But what is their mate to do? Why put on a tweed jacket, loafers and ride a cobbled together old bicycle through the night with a light beaming from his eccentric head. What's the problem in that?