We were stopped at the traffic light exiting my neighborhood the other day and a fellow pedaled his bicycle across the four-lane highway into our neighborhood. He was older and looked familiar. From the passenger side of the car, I asked, “Is that ____ ________?” I try not to say this fellow’s name and I don’t feel good about typing it, so I apologize for the blanks.
We agreed that it seemed to be him, but I don’t know for sure. I do know for sure that he lives in our neighborhood, a couple of blocks away and not too far if you wanted to walk right to the doorstep.
Not thinking much about it, I got back home and started wondering about where I was and what I was doing when this fellow had his couple of seconds of notoriety that would last him until the present and put him in my neighborhood.
