The old circuit again, up the stairs to talk to the man with the sticks, he lets small pieces of his life slip out one by one. His eyes are bright and clear as he explains that he is trying to get his strength back with his short walks in the park every day. He has lost his wife and due to some skeletal thing in his neck due to tension he became nearly immobile. So he says, and his voice and his steady manner lend his speech credibility. Now there are two elderly men walking in the park, the one younger by twenty years. The man used to work driving for a bank, maybe as a chauffeur. He tells the story of some medicine and a brush with the police. The medicine had been in an alcohol suspension, and the police had caught a whiff of it on his breath and became suspicious. The story took place years ago.
There is a conversation with a younger man leading his dog in the park. The young man is brightly dressed, and very carefully too. He gets to speak about his dogs ability to assess other dogs' character.
Leave the man with the sticks in the parking lot at the top of the hill, where he gets into his car to go home to his cup of coffee and his newspaper.
Carry on walking, there are another six miles to go.
Take a picture of two pigeons at the Maxwehr.
The delicious cup of coffee in the café with the charming waitress in attendance today.
In the early afternoon after all is done, the two parcels packed and taken to the mail, the concentration goes away in a fit of dizziness. The meter to take the blood pressure reads ninety slash sixty. Take note on the page of the log, wonder at this, and lie down for a few minutes.
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