Reports of my death are premature.
Unless referring to my blogging life. There are causes for my total absence.
End of preface.
Have long been a fan of the blog “Today’s Perfect Moment.” Anthony’s a competent and descriptive writer. And though admittedly it takes disciplined biting of the tongue to not kindly mention errors (nothing mars otherwise skillful writing like errors in grammar, punctuation, spelling; in the writing craft, the devil’s in the details), I enjoy the stories immensely.
So much so the enjoyment that many a time have I been inspired to follow suit in a “Today’s Perfect Moment” theme. Which has led nowhere, as evidenced by this blog.
Still, I think about it — as a moment this evening bespeaks.
Me: On the laptop. Not blogging (sadly).
At a nearby table: Two men, one middle-aged, the other somewhat younger. The third man has taken leave to a spot nearby to talk quietly on his phone.
All three were wearing black frocks.
The two sharing a small round table were deep in conversation. From barest snippets I catch, the older seems to be mentoring or addressing concerns of the younger.
None of the rabbis — so they appeared to these extraordinarily religious-illiterate eyes — wore head covering; each, however, wore long beaded necklaces over their frocks.
It was the long brown beard of the young gentleman that suggested Judaism.
It was the pair’s manner of conversing that struck me. Quiet. Earnest. Solemn.
It contrasted sharply against the usual public loud chatter, streaming diarrhea of the bombastic mouths and, most offensive, cell-phone dialogues broadcast for all the world to hear: whether or not we want it.
Wouldn’t you know it. Just as I pulled out my phone to discreetly snap a photo for this post, the two (presumed) rabbis gathered up themselves, their devotions and prayers and exited with their sidelined fellow, who of the three had the “eldest” air.
The sighting reads like “Today’s Perfect Moment.”
The garb: an uncommon sight in this smallish conservative white town in Arizona.
Their interaction: private, serious, as if matters of import and sincerity — dare I say godliness — were under discussion.
It harkened back to glory days (of my youth) of public decorum, manners and consideration of others. The era before cell phones (themselves not a bad invention) and, more precisely, their gross and ubiquitous misuse by loud assholes, jerks, uncouth brats and narcissists. Pick your people poison.
The three were probably Jewish. Yet their religious alliance is moot.
What I acknowledge and give thanks for is their gentlemanliness and their dignity.
A refreshing change from the usual public cacophony/crapola. An appreciated change. A perfect moment, today.
So frock you. Frock me.
Most of all, frock every rude self-involved blabbermouth polluting our public spheres.
Let today’s frocked men be a model.
Contemplation: is good.
Consideration of others in public: is possibly better.
Privacy: is next to godliness.
Thus in the best of ways: frock you!