Did you ever have someone's name just pop into your head and not know why? Or, even know who's name it was at first?
I had this happen to me tonight and it was the weirdest thing. This name, Charlie Pruitt, just popped into my head as I'm laying in bed. I was
thinking about something just completely different, and all of a sudden..."Charlie Pruitt"...was at the front of my brain.
I had to sit there for a good 15 minutes trying to figure out where I even knew this name from, and even now hours later I'm still not positive I've
remembered for certain who it was. If I'm correct, I know the name as someone who worked for my father over 45 years ago. My father has long since
passed, and I'm sure Charlie has too because he was older than my father. He didn't even work for him that long either, maybe a couple years (if
that).
I was kind of half way asleep when this happened, not really all the way asleep and dreaming, but just laying there. Boom..."Charlie Pruitt"...and
nothing else. No context, no memorable event, just a name. Weird.
Now, as I sit here trying to remember this guy, I recall he as kind of an enigmatic guy. I remember my father liked him because he'd always show up
for work early, like way early. And, I remember (for some reason) I always knew he'd eaten breakfast at a diner somewhere. There was something about
breakfast with Charlie. But no one ever knew where Charlie ate breakfast. If you remember the Clint Eastwood movie 'Heartbreak Ridge' you may recall
that Eastwood's character was always one step ahead of his Marine recruits, and no one could ever figure out how. Well, this Charlie guy was kind of
like this. And, as it turned out in the movie, the reason Eastwood was able to get the jump on his men was because he ate breakfast at the same place
all the time where this elderly gal got his clothes ready for him the next day. My time with Charlie was long before this movie was released, and I
remember when I saw the movie it reminded me of Charlie (the breakfast thing anyway).
I did eventually figure out where Charlie ate breakfast, and it was ritualistic at the same diner every day. I knew every place there was to eat
breakfast in the town we all lived in, and none of these places ever heard of Charlie. Odd. Then one day, me and another guy had to go on this long
trip to rescue a boom truck which was stranded, overweight, at a weigh station about 500 miles away. This other guy mentioned he had breakfast with
Charlie that day. Ah HA...a clue! It turned out this diner was in the next town over about 25 miles away. Sure enough, Charlie was there at the
crack of dawn every single day. Same time, same breakfast, and same waitress. Charlie was an old guy then, but he was sweet on this gal. The
mystery of where Charlie ate breakfast was forever solved.
"Charlie Pruitt"...the name just popped into my head for no reason.
Weird.
edit on 5/16/2024 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)