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As strange as it might sound, even a bit of pocket lint can be an abrupt conversation starter between two unlikely people.  In the search for some poket lint, I immediately headed towards the campus art building, MacCollin Memorial Classroom Building, on a hunch that I would be able to find some.  The first person I found was a stoic, old man by the name of John Bowitz.  He was wearing a creme colored Charlie Harper type of shirt and some white pants, donning a silver beard with a matching pony tail.

Upon being asked foro some pocket lint, Bowitz stared through his thinly framed glasses at me in wonder.  I immediately eplained, that the lint was for an assignment in my journalism class.   Without hesitation he started rummaging around his pocket, slowly feeling for a spot of lint.

In order to fil the awkward void of silence, we talked about his position here at the school. “Well, I am the current chair of the Art Department here at Morningside,”  John explained to me as he rustled up the content from within his pocket.  An assortment of pocket change, a lone piece of candy, and not much else rested in in palm. “I might not have any at all!” he said almost astonished by the fact laid bare of any sort of lint.

“This isn’t the pair of pants I own witht he most pocket lint in them,  if you caught me on another day you’d probably have better luck.”  In a last ditch effort, he turned his left pocket inside out and scraped the tiniest bit of lint from the fabricad handed it to me in his small pinched fingers.

Upon being asked how long that lint had been there he paused for a while looking at the ceiling to recollect the past history of his white slacks.  He finally turned to me and admitted with a quaint grin on his face, “Honestly, it could be anywhere from 3 days to 3 months.”

I humbly accepted the lint and allowed Bowitz to return to collecting more lint for a future student in Journalism to retrieve.

~ by Jescy on .