I saw “you” again this morning. This time it was along the promenade around the 80s, east of Carl Schurz Park. “You” wore a baseball cap, white hair peeking out, slowly jogging, and I thought, “Nope, it’s not you. You hate cardio!”
But maybe the you I pretend has been in the Witness Protection Program for the past four years jogs now. Maybe it’s part of the ruse to throw off those who know you, for whom the mere thought of you jogging is amusing.
I love seeing “you” from time to time, oh dear DOG, how I miss YOU.