47th

I walked past a 75-year-old woman today who spoke to me on the 47th Street Loop a couple of weeks ago. She walks with a cane and a 50-year-old son disguised as Kris Kristofferson. All denim with a gray mop. A fine way to look if you're a Rhodes scholar and multi-millionaire country music writer.

Two weeks ago I ran past her and her son and she cackled and said, "Show off." This morning I stopped to walk a block in front of her. Her son scowled as she smiled and said, "You better pick it up."

"You have to slow down sometime," I said.

"That's right. I slowed down a long time ago. But I'm old."

"I'm getting there."

"Yes you are .... Don't be in any rush."

I ran and walked the loop in 34:54, with splits of 11:28, 11:36, and 11:50, and didn't feel very good despite the weather. It's 54 with what accuweather.com would describe as "abundant sunshine." Perfect weather to show off in front of and flirt with a 75-year-old woman.