Was listening to Mr. Jones from

on the way to work this morning, and having a pretty nice time doing it, I must say.
My travels take me through the town of Lakewood, NJ, once the summer home of John D. Rockefeller, Jay Gould and other swinefully rich people at the turn of the 20th century. They flocked to this area because it is noted for its “pine barrens”, huge tracks of prisitine pine forests, the popular thought at the time being that the air filtered through these trees had curative, regenerative properties. And lord knows when you have all the money in the world, why not try to live and enjoy it for as long as you can, no?
But as of late, the rich people have gone, and Lakewood is now a center for Orthodox Jews seeking an area outside of NYC where they can live together in close harmony, believing in the traditions of an age old religion and attempting to live their lives according to those traditions. So you can see these folks walking the streets as you drive by, as easily identifiable as the Amish in Lancaster and other counties throughout the world. Their dress is simple, the men wearing mostly black and white clothing, the women mixing in some gray here and there, the children ocassionally wearing some color.
So it wasn’t hard, as I drove along Hope Chapel Rd, grooving to the pleasant rhythms of Mr. Jones, to notice a fourteen or fifteen year old Jewish boy riding his bicyle on the other side of the street, heading in my direction. His dress was black slacks, long sleeve white shirt, dark blue yarmulke. But as he approached and the rhythm of the song crescendoed on my stereo to a conclusion, it became evident that he was listening to something in his head because he was bobbing his head back and forth in time to the pumping of his legs, but his peyot were swnging from side to side across his face almost in the way that Stevie Wonder’s braids would swing around as he lifted his head in song while he performed.
This young man was in total harmony with me for brief few seconds that my car sped by him in the opposite direction, but for that infinetesimal moment, it seemed to me at least, that the world was perfectly in synch the moment our paths crossed in time and space. He had a smile on his face, and so did I.
Just seems at times, that life can’t get much cooler.