“Old Time is still a-flying”
Not every morning, but often, as I’m leaving BG on my way to work, while the shadows are long and lean and the air is still cool, I see an elderly couple taking a walk together down a short stretch of sidewalk. He is the more frail of the two. He wears trousers pulled up to his ribs, a short-sleeved button-up shirt, a straw hat with a wide brim, and he carries a four-pronged cane. She, much shorter and a bit stouter, wears shorts, a blouse, sneakers or sandals. She holds onto his arm and they wobble down the sidewalk and then back to their house. I love this couple. I smile whenever I see them, and some anxiety seems to melt out of me. I don’t want either of them ever to be alone.