1.12.12

You couldn't miss the conversation. The rest of us were waiting for our sandwiches to be made at Dominick's Deli counter.  Yes, I dropped Bobby off at soccer. Ross has them for $3.99 - Tell me about it, I don't know how we did it. Ya and you too, it went on and on.

I looked up to see who was on the phone and there was no phone. A developmentally disabled kid, in tow with another young man with similar cognitive lapses are walking, down the stairs, towards me. The freckle faced one, with his angular head cocked to the side, seemingly completely dysfunctional, looked through my eyes into my soul for one second, bridging all notion of defect or separation and then moved past me into the ether. He had perfect recall for conversations, for accent, he got every nuance like a mockingbird. And he had mimicked a whole phone conversation from one of the local soccer moms. It was amazing really. When he left I discussed it with the other patrons and the girls. Did you just hear what I just heard? Was he goofing on me?

I don't know if he is a savant, retarded, or if there is a brilliant person trapped in a well that he can not get out of. Could be purely mnemonic. Could be a god trapped in mortal flesh. It was an incredible moment.