ME: "I am a writer."
ME: "No. I am a writer," I say, holding a pretend pen in my hand and ghost writing in the air between us.
ME: I had to think about it for a moment. "No," I finally admitted, having been thwarted by the word "pay."
AMISH MAN: "Oh."
At this point in the conversation he actually frowns and shakes his head almost imperceptibly, but shakes it nonetheless. We didn't talk much after that, each of us desiring to put a little distance between the other.
Damn it. Even the Amish have turned their bearded chins up at us.
Jack Nickolson line from the movie Hoffa:
"Tobin, the President, newspapers,
every f@&ckin' body else in the world says I'm wrong,
I gotta be right."
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