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ninanevermoreToday at the red light, I noticed, in the back of a pickup truck, a landscape worker reading "Don Quixote," by Miguel de Cervantes.
He was wearing a baseball cap, pulled down low over his face, to block the sun's glare from his page. The hat was so filthy that you could no longer read the logo above the bill. His brown hands gripped the book like the literary treasure that it is; tight to insure that when the truck took off when the light turned green, it would not be ripped from his hands by the wind.
He was reading with an intense look of concentration, and seemed to be very into it. I've had books swallow me whole like that. I don't know too many people who have actually read Cervantes. Most of us will watch "The Man From La Mancha" when it comes on Turner Classic Movies and call it good. It's a lot less work and it only takes up 2 hours of your life (including commercials).
The truck he was riding in bore the company name of "Windmill Landscaping Co."
If I were that guy's boss, I would keep an eye on him.
He was wearing a baseball cap, pulled down low over his face, to block the sun's glare from his page. The hat was so filthy that you could no longer read the logo above the bill. His brown hands gripped the book like the literary treasure that it is; tight to insure that when the truck took off when the light turned green, it would not be ripped from his hands by the wind.
He was reading with an intense look of concentration, and seemed to be very into it. I've had books swallow me whole like that. I don't know too many people who have actually read Cervantes. Most of us will watch "The Man From La Mancha" when it comes on Turner Classic Movies and call it good. It's a lot less work and it only takes up 2 hours of your life (including commercials).
The truck he was riding in bore the company name of "Windmill Landscaping Co."
If I were that guy's boss, I would keep an eye on him.
