Monday, April 9, 2012

Man on the Red Bike

We were stopped at the intersection.
He was crossing the street on his red bicycle.
Ball cap, sunglasses, gray hair, no shirt, bronzed skin, cotton-gray shorts, black socks, black dress shoes.
The man was tall and broad, but definitely not heavy. 
"How old do you think he is?" I asked John.
"How old is your dad?" he replied.
"In his sixties."
"That sounds right. That look says I stopped caring what people think 10, 15 years ago."


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