There is nothing like a Mac Deluxe to wet your appetite for living. Yesterday I arose from sick bay to air out my body. The Orange County newspaper Register mentioned that allergies would be the worst in years, and particularly little spores that the lungs can't defend. George settles in at the Mac Donald's Warner Avenue Store off of Beach. And oh yes, it is seven thirty.
A sea of aged Vietnamese have homesteaded the store. He leaves his seat across from them to order. None of them ever are seen at rallies anywhere, and why not, you ask, they are lost on life itself. Their coffee cups are filled with laughter, talk and the thrill of another day inside Surf City. George hustles up to the counter.
"Notice a new sign. Do you still have the Deluxe Breakfast?"
"Sign changed recently, along with furniture. We still have it?"
George thanked Victor and plunked down my four seventy five and waited for my number to be called. Another two couples of Vietnamese entered, bowed and sat with the now group of ten. He remembered when he met a Vietnamese patient at the Sea Cliff Health Center on Florida Street. He can still hear the heated words of the eighty three year old patient in bed two, and unlike her parents she spoke and understood English.
"Am still upset that the Huntington Memorial Hospital returned him to his home after he had complained of a head ache, and more importantly, what the attending doctor told us. ' At his age what do you expect.'" George found out that at any age, each Vietnamese is a vital clog for their family.
While he delved into his muffin, and bacon bits, he noticed his friend, the Silver Fox in the corner placing more cups of half and half inside his coffee. The tall thin one owned a thinner face, with long laced snow white hair covering his head. With the closure of the other store at Wal-Mart, he had been coming here for comfort and coffee.
Out the window he recognized Old Sadie. She stood in front of a shopping cart as if she was a cigar store Indian. She sallied over to a trash receptacle and grabbed anything eatable. A Lexus pulled up after its order had been filled, and handed the sun bleached lady a dollar. Her grin revealed a set of perfectly shiny white teeth, made whiter by her sun bleached dark skin. She ran inside to order a hash brown sandwich, while the Silver Fox exited for a smoke.
George had forgotten how hungry he had been and finished off his pancakes without noticing. He left for the 29 bus gong South to the coast. He dismounted at First Street and walked down Walnut. He stopped and marveled at some of the two story homes and apartments, made taller by their 25 foot fronts. Two lots had derricks pumping oil from the ground.
He saw a yellow ribbon and a policeman . He was told a crew shooting a movie had settled inside of Oil City. What looked like a golf screen was ahead of him. Three police cars, camera people and others told him a movie was in progress He found a small staircase to view the scene for free that looked north over Main and the Baskin Robbins Ice cream store and B J's.
"Ok background...background...its a shoot!"
The movie set looked like Quincy back in the day. On Main Street were the medics, ambulance and a dead body dressed in a powder blue suit. What appeared like the main actors peered below and spoke. Each policeman or detective looked as if they had been born a Muscle Beach He envied their build.
His day was not quite over. A donut lift his newspaper on a table in front of Fred's Mexican foods. He smiled when he noted that Trump and a buddy now in Putin. A rich plutocrat was taking on Putin and had been sent to jail George watched some volleyball before wilting over to the bus stop for his ride back to Beach.
Hunger trailed him and he engaged a one dollar and change two tacos at Jack N the Box (Not edited.)
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