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She’s So Serene

04/09/2013
Jennifer Moore looking not so "serene" on the Williamsburg Bridge, New York City.

Jennifer Moore looking not so “serene” on the Williamsburg Bridge, New York City.

We just finished dinner and were waiting for the check when an older man leaning on a sturdy, hand-carved cane hobbled towards our table, stopped and looked up at Jen.

“I hope you don’t mind; I’ve been sitting over there looking at you for a while,” he said. “And I have to say: You have such a serene face….”

Serene?

Maybe it was her white, pearl-snap cowboy shirt covered in little brown flowers; maybe it was the late afternoon sun shining behind her through the cafe windows or maybe it was the glow from a good glass of wine and an amazing veggy burger: Whatever it was, Jen radiated so much calm and peace it compelled a complete stranger to approach our table.

The man was dressed humbly in a faded blue polo shirt and jeans. With a dirty white beard and a wild mop of silver hair on his head, he looked like the long-lost beatnik brother of Santa Claus.

“I’m an artist,” he continued. “So I see these kinds of things.”

An artist?

Jen thanked him for the compliment and the two chatted briefly. I watched the conversation like it was happening on TV. I half expected Kramer to show up and knock a painting off the wall.

The man then excused himself and shuffled off to the restroom.

We both laughed at the odd encounter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called serene before,” said Jen smiling and a bit taken aback. “I wonder what kind of artist he is?”

“Maybe he’ll want you to pose for him,” I said.

The man could’ve been the great great grandson of Gilbert Stuart, yet Jen dismissed any posing outright.

When the man returned, Jen asked him about his work.

It turns out he was a writer. There would be no posing.

His name was George Shores … but everyone called him “Sandy.” He was from Cape Cod where he wrote extensively about the loss of trees and its impact on erosion. He moved to Maine about 10 years ago after breaking up with his wife.

George said he was a regular at the Rockland cafe and ate there at least once a week.

It was, after all, a very serene place.

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3 Comments
  1. mary permalink

    He was a very perceptive man!!! Love it!

  2. Mike permalink

    It looks cold on the Williamsburg Bridge. She’s lucky that tongue didn’t get stuck on any of the nearby metal bars. Tell her to be more careful.

  3. Jen permalink

    At least you can see my eyes in photos when I’m not smiling. Maybe I should strike this pose more often? 🙂

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