The City is locked under a massive high pressure system which is blocking any clouds or chance for storms which means temperatures drop like stones in the evening and the mornings are pretty cool if not cold. The cold of late autumn is still too new for me to have gotten all my winter gear out. I have my sweaters, jacket and a few hats but that’s all. I have yet to lay hands on a full set of gloves. The jacket I am using now is very large—this is necessary for me to be able to put on and take off independently especially without having to undo the zipper. I pull the jacket on and off like a shirt. On mornings like this morning I “ turtle”. I pull the jacket up over my head as far as I can and zip up the front to my nose. I then pull my left hand up inside the sleeve of the jacket. I try to do this with my left hand but I must leave the hand out so I drive my power chair and the cold morning air really freezes my hand. I was pondering the need to start seriously checking out the boxes in the garage for the rest of the Winter gear when a white object flashed by the road. The object had an odd shape in the morning darkness. I spun around and backtracked to what turned out to be a white glove when a white object flashed by the road. The object had an odd shape in the morning darkness. I spun around and backtracked to what turned out to be a white glove lying in the road. In fact, the white glove was a right hand glove. The glove could not have lain there l9ng for it was still clean—after a couple of hours on the street the leather would be a lot more scuffed. I thought right off this is the first of the Holiday miracles. I scooped up the glove and tugged it on my hand and sure enough the glove was a perfect fit. I was feeling pretty food—a glove for my right hand and with my other hand tucked up into the sleeve of my jacket I was fairly toasty. I powered forward and was back on my way when I stopped again. The route I take to the train station is industrial and surely the glove(s) had been placed on the hood or roof of a vehicle and been forgotten and lost as the tuck entered traffic. I thought if one glove was gone then maybe it’s mate was close by. I zipped back to the spot where I picked up the glove and sure enough less then 10 yards away there was a crumpled mate…a bit more thrashed then the right hand this left hand glove was wearable and kept the cold blast of morning air off my hand. The glo9ves are not super warm, they are work gloves not winter or snow gloves but they did the trick and kept my belief in Holiday Miracles intact.
I get off the train at the Delta Center, the home of the Utah Jazz, NBA(?) ball team. I assume the building is a nice arena and have a number of events in the building all year round. This morning I was greeted by a fleet of semi-trucks and private over the road coaches( buses)all the coaches match then I remember today is the 22nd. Today day is the Rolling Stone concert—Mick and the other ancients are in my fair city blasting out Satisfaction, Long Tall Women, Start Me Up and I am sure so much more.
I will not be going though—cannot justify the time or the money. I think I want to remember the boys as they were as we all were at some other point in time.
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