Smaller, but plenty of people work retail, and crowds came into town to watch the penultimate match of the baseball tournament at the bars or the big screen at City Hall. Maybe baseball fever set him off. Maybe he's a Cubs fan. He chose early Tuesday morning to burn the Man to have the fewest possible number of people interfering, yet still have an audience.
Anyhow, now he's a permanent landmark under the foot of Market, near the starting point of the Saint Stupid's Day Parade
(weekday schedule), and nearly in the basement vaults of the Fed building. Wouldn't be surprised if that was part of the plan.
It just irks me that well-considered reactions to some stranger's passing seem so fucking rare among all the rote "sorry for your loss"es and "my heart goes out"s . Then, when it's a suicide, all the rote sob-sibling sentiments like "hope he's in a better place". First, people, he's *dead*
and not coming back, so I don't think he's checking Kayak for flights to Thailand. Second, given that he lived his life rather loudly, wishing him "peace" or a "better place" seems akin to shitting in his casket. Third, suicide is always a violent act, though arranging for a train to spray your bowels on a station trackway and possible on waiting passengers seems a bit more violent than most, and worth acknowledging.
should one's death be the greatest performance piece of all if we are but merely players of parts?
why should G*d decide when and where and how?
for myself, i've always pictured a high speed Larry of Arabia hurtling thru space, thelma and louise ride to the next Station.
im sure others would prefer to go in their sleep, when they're old.
some might wish to be with loved ones.
others, to blast off into oblivion.
i suppose it really does not matter how you get there, and you WILL get there.
those still waiting can only ponder the Journey, pack their bags, and wait.........or not.
free will is messy, but it's all we got.
I once had a long argument with a friend whether or not a Funeral could be a Celebration.
i said it could...
we went back and forth over what Death is, what Loss means, and for those left behind, how to mark someone's passing.
when my time comes, Please get Drunk and celebrate...celebrate Life, celebrate memories, good and bad.
if i choose the time and the place, it will probably be as colorful and dramatic, and also condemned.
If Anything, i hope Paul has Wi-Fi in the afterworld so he can read this shit and peruse the reviews...
something tells me this will become a "cult classic", which is probably in line with what he wanted.