A young men, perhaps in his early 20’s saw me—an old man photographing this decrepit wall next to a tire store where presumably he worked, who, in a snarky voice yelled out: are you ok, man? I did answer once but not the second time, when he crooned: are you sure? I thought as I walked by after taking my picture, he did not have even an inkling of what I saw and yet he had me all pegged as some type of crazy. Youth!
Where I began one of my Wander excursions for the day.
