The King of King’s Road (9)

(continued from The King of King’s Road (8))

Each night, the homeless man unrolled his foam pad and sleeping bag and carefully laid them with his pillow on the ground next to his shopping cart. The overhang from the building sheltered him from the weather. The posh Chelsea neighbourhood generally assured his safety.

One night, while he was sleeping wrapped warmly in his sleeping bag, the homeless man suddenly felt a jolt and woke to find a gang of young men shrouded in hooded sweatshirts, each with baggy denim jeans and unlaced trainers, the uniform of London’s thugs. One of the young men began to kick the homeless man repeatedly and taunt him with foul language while another urinated on him. Another of the young men toppled the shopping cart and began rifling through its contents, finding the radio and taking it. The others crowded around and shielded the scene from the view of late night revellers staggering home from the local pubs and clubs.

After absorbing several blows, the homeless man managed to free himself from his sleeping bag and scramble to his possessions scattered along the sidewalk. He quickly rifled through the mess and found his Rubik’s Cube. He turned away from the gang and faced the building as if to pretend they weren’t there. As he did, he began to twist and turn his Rubik’s Cube, quickly finding it’s solution. He then scrambled the tiles and did it again. His assailant stopped kicking and curiously began to watch as the homeless man played with his toy in the face of the relentless assault. Soon the other gang members gathered and began to stare at the crazy man with the Rubik’s Cube.

While the gang was distracted, several of the firemen from the Chelsea Fire Station came out with axes and picks and approached the gang. When the gang noticed the armed firemen, they began to run away, shouting angrily at the firemen as the retreated. One of the firemen helped the homeless man to his feet and took him inside the firehouse, while the others cleaned up his belonging and brought them inside.  They made him hot tea. The homeless man continued to focus on his Rubik’s Cube, drinking a bit of tea each time he solved the puzzle. After awhile, one of the firemen led the homeless man to one of the cots in the locker room where the men rested during the long shifts. The firemen told the homeless man to spend the night in the firehouse. The homeless man nodded thankfully, laid down and went to sleep.

To be continued… 

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A Study In Color

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First of All

First of all….., I’ll bet you think I am beginning a series of funny observations because I love lists and I can occasionally be humorous. But I tricked you. Instead, I am just going to rant about people who start statements with “first of all” and then leave you hanging. No “second of all” or “third of all”, etc. It drives me crazy. Because I really love lists so I keep waiting for what comes after “first of all” and then I’m disappointed when nothing arrives. What’s the point of an unaccompanied “first of all”?

Then, several weeks or months later, someone will start a thought with “Also” or “Another thing”. But it doesn’t relate to anything you’ve just been talking about. That’s because it’s a follow-up to a hanging “first of all” from a prior conversation, and now you’ve got to rifle through your decaying memory to recall what they’re referring to. Usually, “another thing” is followed closely by one if it’s cousins, “always” or “never”. Then you’ve got to really rack your brain to try to think back for exceptions to whatever it is you “always” or “never” do. Or, sometimes, all of a sudden, they’ll start off a random thought with “actually” when they suddenly think of a good example to emphasize a point they made on your honeymoon (oops!).

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Live the London Life

After inspiring me to start Slowin’ Down with Fast Eddie followed by several months of coaching and encouraging me, my daughter has taken the plunge and started her own blog about her career in digital marketing and her exploits in London. Today she wrote about the London riots. Check out Live the London Life.

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Morning Coffee

People are very particular about their morning coffee. It has to be just right or they start the day on the wrong foot.

I take mine strong and black and I have at least four cups. I prefer Nespresso (Ristretto or Roma) or Dunkin’ Donuts (Dark). I don’t like Starbucks. It tastes burnt. And I drink it from a mug. No cup and saucer. No paper or styrofoam cups. And not just any mug. It has to be one of my special souvenir mugs. In London, it’s my Chelsea FC mug. This summer I’ve been favoring one of my many Will & Kate wedding mugs. If they’re all dirty, then I use my China 2008 Olympics mug (which will soon be replaced by a London 2012 Olympics mug).  I never use one from a matching set (see Gym Towels). If I’m in the United States, I watch Morning Joe or listen to Mike & Mike in the Morning while I drink my coffee. If I’m in London, I watch a recorded version of the prior night’s NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams. There is something about my routine and this cast of characters that gives me comfort. And my souvenir mugs get me started with a smile.

Do you have a favorite way to have your morning coffee? A favorite cup or mug? A special routine?

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