But two days ago, I regretted not having one with me. Or at least a camera.
I was doing my daily 20 km bike ride. Most of my preferred riding is through pastoral areas, soybean and rice fields, often skirting Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines, and sometimes through the heart of town by the 400-year-old castle ruins we have here.
But there was one stretch for that particular day’s ride which took me down a secondary road __ not really a highway and not all that busy, but it is a route regularly used by cars, buses, and heavy trucks.
That’s when I saw him.
I so wish I’d been able to take a photo to post here.
A large delivery truck was pulled to the side of the road. The driver was bent down before some beautiful orchids growing in a garden adjacent to the road.
He did have a smart phone and was taking pictures.
Whatever important items were on their way to wherever important items go, would just have to wait patiently in the bed of his massive truck, because this gentleman spotted some splendid flowers along the route, and wanted to show them to somebody.
His wife . . . his kids . . . his mom or dad . . . his best friend?
Just a common truck driver.
But an uncommon man.
Which is pretty common around here.