Walk

I once had a job I could walk to. Every workday, a good mile walk along residential streets. As I went, I’d wave to whoever might be about. One man sat on his stoop most days, smoking a cigarette. I’d stop and we’d talk a few minutes about last night’s game or the coming election. This went on for several years. I once asked him if he spent his entire day sitting there. He said, “No, but when I look out my window, see you coming, I come out and visit for a few, what with living alone and all.”

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