This old dude was standing in front of the Lutheran church. He looked like he had a hard night and maybe was still pretty drunk. He was looking up at the big picto-sculpture of Jesus, the Good Shepherd, holding his crook in one hand and loving kindness, presumably, in the other.
I thought to ask the old dude, “What’re you looking for?”
But I didn’t. I just looked at him as me and Goose walked by. He was tall and lean and had a face that was all dried up, probably from being out in the elements, either for work or because he’s homeless. His clothes were dirty but nice, jeans and a button-up shirt, tucked in.
After we got a few yards down the street, he yells out, “What! You got somethin’ to say!”
“Nope,” I respond, and just keep walking.
I look back and he’s still standing there, looking as Jesus. Maybe I could’ve said “good luck” or something, but who knows how he would’ve taken it.