The other day a passerby referred to me as "professor". I was sitting
outside of a hospital enjoying the the warm spring sunshine on a
clear, cool, low pollen day. While sitting out there I was listening
to a summary about a book and was using pen and index cards to draw
the words of the main points of the book as I listened. I was dressed
in blue jeans and a button-down Oxford-style green-checked shirt with
another pen and a voice recorder in my shirt pocket. I had a bottle of
green tea beside me on the rock wall I was sitting on.
I liked the moniker "professor". Even though the guy that called me
that was just passing by and looked like a male nurse on a short break
from duties in the hospital showing that he was paying attention as he
strolled purposefully on the sidewalk it still felt good.
Who knows? I may put it on my business card or resume and that say
that I am a professor of life as I learn more and more.
