“Since when am I creepy?”
Agitation filled his voice as he walked and talked into his phone.
“Since when am I creepy?”
He asked three times in the space of the minute when I passed him.
“Since when am I creepy?”
I have no idea what the person on the other end of the line said.
Had it been me, I would have said, “Mate, if you have to ask … pretty much all the time.”
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Travel
At the 86th Street station, a woman left her seat and the car.
Woman #1 (to Woman #2): Go ahead, take the seat.
Woman #2: No thank you. I am getting off.
Woman #1: OK. I’m getting off, too. But I am going to sit.
Me: We’re all going to get off at some point. (pause) I mean that’s the idea, right? Sooner or later, we all get off.
Woman #1 and Woman #2 laughed. Then …
Woman #1 (to me): Would you like the seat, sir.
Me: No thanks. I’m fine. I’m not as old as I look.
Woman #2 and Woman #1 both laughed again.
They both got off before I did.
I still did not take the seat.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under New York
“Darn. We missed the train.”
“No worries. Another train will come along. Another train always comes along. It may take a while, but another train always comes along.”
“Not if it’s the last train.”
“The last train?”
“Sure, the Lionel calendar predicts that one day soon, the last train will run and then there will be no more. It will be the end of the line.”
See you along the Trail.
Filed under New York
In the course of a meeting yesterday, my friend Kevin and I had a brief exchange about a possible site for a meeting that reflected on the passage of time and its effects on all of us.
Kevin: I’ve always wondered what that building looked like on the inside.
Mark (me): Past glory is the word I would use.
Kevin: Well isn’t that true for all of us.
Mark (me): Indeed.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Friends
Along the Graybeard Trail 