Don’t trip over a Gangster’s Gun!

I woke early, earlier than usual. I decided to stay that way. My morning ritual at the station was calling me just 4 blocks away .

The Station is my favorite coffee shop in New Orleans. I rushed there without any hesitation. I was startled from my automatic pilot by a man in the street screaming at a car ahead.

I hoped it was personal, It was not!

Though I refused eye contact,

I was next In line!

The screaming and yelling ranted towards me in a garbled banter but ended with a clear message!

“ Don’t trip over a gangsters gun”

Was that a message I needed to hear? Why? I vaguely heard about the mass shooting gun violence at the school before I went to sleep last night. The horrors of that and the 14 year old shooter were very real! Could this be homeless man’s point! Doubtful.

Was the mass shooter the new gangster?

Was it a song lyric floating in the air?

Was it a political metaphor?

Was there a gangster nearby?

All these things were possible And now those words won’t go away.

Is it a sign?

Perhaps I will redefine gangster by the end of the day.

Words of wisdom for the day to share

”Don’t trip on a gangsters gun!”

Bloody Mary