My intent the other afternoon was to catch a bus at Madison and Pike to go to a liquor store. I didn’t plan this trip out. Yep, back to my old habits.
Silly me. I thought Pike Street ran off of Madison Avenue. I couldn’t find a bus stop.
I kept walking. I ran into someone and asked him where Pike Street was. The guy pointed. “Up there,” he said. I continued to walk.
I was still sort of looking for a bus stop, but before I knew it, I was on Pike Street. Across the street was the store with the vodka.
Proud of myself for staying focused, I told myself screw the bus. I walked back home.
I realize none of this sounds very interesting, but keep in mind I walk with a cane and when the sun is in my face, I don’t see very well. Also keep in mind when a guy falls at my age—and I didn’t fall—he can break a hip.
If Pike Street does run off of Madison Avenue somehow, I’m sure one of you will correct me.
(Photo of Pike Street found on Yahoo)