A Man And His Bush

Amid all the chaos of Racey's wedding in Louisville this previous weekend I forgot to blog about something I discovered.

I had an extended visit in Louisville about a month before (remember my hobo stick days?) and went for a walk down Market Street while Racey was at work. I passed the bakery, the art galleries and I was about to go under the overpass when something caught my eye. Across the street a tanned man with a blue t-shirt and faded jeans jumped from a short ledge. He looked both directions, dusted himself off and sauntered away down the sidewalk. Hmmm. I casually looked across at the huge bush from where he emerged. It's well hidden from the normal eye(I'm not normal)as everyone else on the street is too concerned with their jobs, cars and weddings(ha!). But I didn't see anything peculiar so I assumed he had to take a piss and forgot about it.

Until. Back in Louisville, as I said, one month later. Walking on Market. Ipod buds shoved in ears. Not paying attention. Approaching the overpass when...who do I see jump off the SAME ledge? The SAME man! Crouches off, looks suspiciously both ways and heads in the SAME direction as I formerly witnessed.

Now what is the likelihood that the same man took a piss IN THE SAME BUSH at the SAME (approximate) time as the month before? Slim, my friends. The only logical explanation is that the bush is his home. And really...who can blame him? No mortgage. No property tax. Easy clean up.Come and go as you please. Good location; a couple blocks from the downtown!

I have a couple of questions I'd like to ask the man living in a bush in the city of Louisville.

And next time I visit...I know where to find him.