Busy day at the office.
Lovely dinner with a good friend.
Quick stop at Safeway for a few items on the way home.
Unpack groceries and do a load of laundry.
Then wait to fold.
It was in this ‘wait to fold’ mode that I flipped on the telly.
I’m really not much of a TV watcher - oh, I do have my favourites but if they’re not on I’m busy finishing a portrait - or… driving around looking for wayward telescopes and the men that man them.
Tonight, while surfing through the on screen program selections I was intrigued by a movie; it was billed as a documentary.
I’m a fan of documentaries… so I selected its channel.
Towels and sheets were left unattended in the dryer as I sat and took in the story before me.
The show was called: The Central Park Five.
If I had heard about this story I confess it was not jumping easily to the forefront of my thoughts - though it did ring a bell further back, in the shadows.
I’m not going to dissect it here - if it piques your curiosity I’ve linked to the story HERE.
By the end...
I was left feeling sad for us as a race - we really are cruel and unkind. I fall into this category too, so by no means do I cast a stone at someone that I am not dodging myself in return.
We all do it - even under the guise of sainthood and feigned goodness, we are, at times, unkind to each other.
Out of this comes a story…
But… I’m tired, it’s late and I think my story will have to wait until the Letter R - just because.
So… was that a little cruel and unkind? - ah… such ongoing oppression must not be seen as a roadblock, but merely an opportunity for me to organize my thoughts of otherworldly orbs…
Did curiosity really kill the cat?