Coming back from taking Girlzilla to the High School I passed in my neighborhood three old guys out for their morning walk. I see them most mornings when I’m out at that time, scooting and waddling in their sneakers and knee-high tube socks. They make me smile.
That’s one thing I hope for when I get old. Two old guys to walk with every morning. And two healthy knees. Okay that’s, like, four things, but you get the idea.