White Owl in 2006
That's White Owl. I've written about him before. I saw him two weeks ago on the mall in front of the Mudhouse in Charlottesville. That means it's time for school to start again and for autumn to come. Unlike last time, I actually went up to him and we talked for a bit. I talked about how I was no longer going to graduate school at the University of Delaware because I received no job or funding and the day before I had been given my two weeks notice at work. He talked about moving on; he told me he'd be going to Athens before the end of the week. He also spoke fondly of Iowa City; said it was his favorite college town.
White Owl also spoke of his frustration with the economy; the mall was full of people just sitting there with signs and cups asking for money. He plays the flute for money and these people just sit there and jiggle their cups; they're not doing anything to earn the money.
I don't know why I've always been so fascinated with this man. When I walked away this time, I found myself wondering if White Owl was actually Jesus.
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