One of my pals....

I have a friendly and wonderful relationship with an old fellow who's name I do not even know.

How on earth does such a thing happen and evolve?

I see him sitting in his car every morning in one of the parking areas along the River Trail. Every morning I jog and/or drive past him and wave. He always waves back.

Afternoons he and a friend sit in lawn chairs along a different section of the River Trail. I see them when I jog and/or drive past. I wave, they wave back.

This morning I went past him twice on the far side of the road, and got two waves in return for mine.

I love this guy! I look for his car every day! So although I don't know his name or anything else about him, he sure does brighten up my days!

I am a Putnamaniac that just loves seeing one of my pals every day!