After I get home from work in the evening, Randy and I walk in a cemetery. We park in the same place. We walk the same path. For years now, we have seen a black truck parked, in the same spot, where a young man works out by his truck. We never spoke to him until Tuesday evening. About half way through our figure eight walking path, the young man approached us and asked us if we saw an old lady...
Well, I guess we are here now
W