Postcard #108: "Put a Bird
I am getting on
I-205 from I-84 in Portland. Under the overpass is a man in a backpack. He is
holding something up for all the passing cars snaking their way home after a
long day at work. Rush hour is not fast. It’s slow. Like a never-ending meat
grinder. The man has a green shirt. He is bearded. It’s unkept. He is talking
to himself as he gently turns in a circle holding out something. I still can’t
make out. I change lanes…confirming myself this was the faster lane. The man is
holding a dead bird. He is providing the bird a dialogue of “tweets” as he
simultaneously bobs his arm up and down to provide mocked flight.
©1996 NATIONAL CAR RENTAL SYSTEM, INC.
Transcribed by jjwood687