From the very first day I started my new position in downtown Omaha, I found myself walking past Harley's Barber Shop located at the entrance of the First National Bank main tower. Each day that I walked by this shop I'd see a little barber dude whom I later learned was named "Mike" and was known for his long grayish-white hair and pony tail, focused on cutting some random person's hair or chatting with a customer. I thought, How cool for this guy to have his own shop right smack in the middle of Omaha's business district with a steady stream of clientele keeping him in business? But then, out of the blue, Mike was no more. Shockingly after 6 months of seeing this guy so dedicatedly keeping himself in business, a notification appeared on the door of his shop simply stating he'd passed away. And that was it - no more Mike.
So now as I walk by Harley's quiet, lonely, and just plain dead shop I'm left with the realization of how suddenly and unexpectedly we can flat out leave the planet. Life over and done.
Hey, Bucket List? Let's go.
I am Brenda Swenson and sometimes I blog.