Monday, April 9, 2012

Good Fridays


About 10 years ago I was in Tower Records waiting to make a purchase. The man in line in front of me—clad in flat front khakis, a pink Lacoste golf shirt, and a pair of Sperrys, was buying several CDs. And when the clean cut man got to the register he was met with a young man with long hair, multiple piercings and tattoos as his cashier--the young man clearly walked outside the line of social conformity.

And as the transaction was taking place—the man clad in khakis reminded the young man for reasons that I cannot explain—that that day was Good Friday. And the young man--with an edge of condescension remarked Aren’t all Fridays good?

I smiled and I thought to myself Good point.

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