Every day between 9:50 and 10:15 a.m., an older man shuffles past my window, rain or shine. On warmer days, he wears a green jacket with a tan collar, black or brown slacks, and black walking shoes. On colder days, it's a blue jacket with navy slacks, a grey beanie and charcoal winter boots with a quilted exterior. His arms are always stretched behind his back, hands interlocked. He takes small steps in his forward-slanted posture and slowly turns his head to survey what’s around him.
Sunday shorts: The Curmudgeon
Sunday shorts: The Curmudgeon
Sunday shorts: The Curmudgeon
Every day between 9:50 and 10:15 a.m., an older man shuffles past my window, rain or shine. On warmer days, he wears a green jacket with a tan collar, black or brown slacks, and black walking shoes. On colder days, it's a blue jacket with navy slacks, a grey beanie and charcoal winter boots with a quilted exterior. His arms are always stretched behind his back, hands interlocked. He takes small steps in his forward-slanted posture and slowly turns his head to survey what’s around him.