Desert Dan

`Hey-O! It has been some time since my last post. Let me tell you, a lot has happened! And by a lot I mean that I have started working again... that's really all. I just got y'all excited fer nuthin. But, with the reinstatement at Park City Transit I have been able to gain material for this bloggy mcthingy that I've got going here. So! This here story is about a man named Desert Dan. A local of PC who is know for his eccentricity and also because he used to live in a Desert.

Desert Dan set foot on my bus this morning at 7:19am. Even at that early hour he still had that classic smell of old booze about him and from his staggered steps I could tell that maybe there was a little bit of that fresh booze smell as well. He sits down near the front. Being the only passenger on my bus he has no one else to talk to but me. "Is tomorrow Thanksgiving?" he asks me. "No," I say. "It's next week." "Whew! I thought I was going to miss it!" At this point he gets a misty look in his eyes. I can tell, he has been waiting to talk to someone, to tell them anything. With the slightest encouragement I'm certain he will be happy to regale any number of stories. So cautiously I ask, "any plans for the holiday?" "Well I found a twenty dollar bill, so I'm heading to the liquor store! But first I've got sort out some business first. The kind of business that started last night and needs to get finished this morning! Ya know what I mean? Nah! You're just a young buck. What was I saying? Oh yeah, the best thanksgiving I ever had was by myself. Desert Dan they call me, because I used to live out in the desert. Five miles from the nearest town. I called it Indian Springs because there was a secret spring out there that nobody knew about but me, see? Well one year I was so broke all I could afford was two cans of chicken noodles soup, a bottle of white wine and a whole bunch of LSD. I tell you that was the best Thanksgiving I have ever had! Oh my, the only thing that could have made that better was Karen." At this point he got quiet for a minute or two, obviously lost in thought. So I asked him, "who was Karen?" He snaps back to reality, "WHA!? How do you know about Karen?!? She was a dem fine woman she was. Dem fine. Best looking gal I've ever known. Dammit son! Now you have got me thinking about Karen! Well, this is my stop. I'll let you know how my business goes if I see you again." "Good luck!" I say. He exits the bus and staggers away to finish his business. I hope it goes well for ole Desert Dan. If I see him again I'll be sure to tell you all how his business went.