Today, as usual, my range was 0.2 miles, just enough to reach Open Book. The kindness of strangers brightens my day, like the young guy who noticed me approaching two sets of doors and turned back to hold both open for me. Seats are always welcome, including this one where I can rest while waiting for the lights to change. I’m certainly gaining insight into the slow-go years, but I’m hoping physical therapy and an MRI will put me back on the path to the go-go years.
