He’s been here and there,

And for now in the morning breakfast spot,

He’s on his laptop,

Salting his French fries,

Biting into a sausage biscuit,

Sipping coffee.

I do this and that,” he says.

He started in Ohio’s industrial poisons,

Then to North Carolina’s tobbaco and high tech,

And now on the Texas-Mexican border.

“Hm, these fries are good,” he says,

And then looks at the laptop ….

Three women come in.

“Want to hear two funny stories?” I ask.

“A ver!” one says, and I soar –

Really connecting with border slang.


And I thought there were clounds in front of the moon.

Then a friend told me it was an eclipse.

And I also thought the Burger King sign was the moon.

No, just the sign.


Wish I had more stories so I could hear , “A ver!”

But no more.

The women order coffee.

The roamer is again salting his fries.

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-October 2014

Author: Gene Novogrodsky

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!


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