People With Dogs
I took my dogs for a walk. It was sunny. High 80s. The blossoming trees made Crestwood smell like heaven.
The first person I met was an old man, sitting in his yard. He was beneath a massive oak. He ate from a hospital tray, sipped tea from a straw. He wore a Gilligan hat. His nurse was seated with him.
I was walking past his house and he spoke to me because everyone talks to you when you have dogs. It is a universal truth, unrefuted by science.