Concrete and barbed wire

I sat there at Moes and the two tables beside me were taken up with college boys and working men and then on the tv a spaceship shows up. We were all watching it. The space shuttle sat on the back of an airplane. It was being transported. And nobody was saying anything or eating for a few seconds. "She's got a ticket to ride" played over the restaurant speakers. These things don't happen every day, and I knew that while it was happening, but still you can't stop these things or even interfere with them. Then the moment slipped away, and I went back to my burrito.