During the last year or so of her life my mother did not have a car and while she regularly walked for pleasure it was to work, during this destitute time, one might find her fully dressed in the conservative flair of a woman much more fortunate. Along with celebrities like Bob Dylan she was “pulled over” by the police one morning, for walking. When they asked her what she was doing she replied, “Can’t You See I’m Walking?”

The bottom of ones feet resurfaces quickly; more use the fresher the soul. With swift pursuit this ink was gone. I’ll out-walk you, try me+