It’s lunch time. I sit with my note pad in the lobby of The Braddock Employment and Training Center. Outside, the sun is bright on Braddock Avenue. The heavy trucks wheeze by; but it’s too cold to sit outside and write.
The security man left for a moment so I’m the only one in the lobby. The traffic out on the avenue, the electric clock on the wall above my head and the scratch of the pencil on the pad are the only sounds. I feel peaceful.
Earlier, I tried calling me old mum from school before coming down here to the lobby but I got the voicemail. She lives with my older sister and her husband out around Greensburg PA. I’ve never been to my sister’s house but Mom says it’s very nice. The house sits on the edge of a golf course. Sometimes golf balls bounce onto the lawn. I wanted to tell me old mum that I applied for social security yesterday and that I can expect my first check in December. She worries about me.
To live on the edge of a golf course must be nice.