My friend Ron passed away about 25 years ago.
A little while ago I took Max for a walk and this happened.
I noticed something about him from a distance. Thought he looked like someone I knew. Couldn't think who. Then I noticed his walk. He was taking small steps with a bit of a nelly flair to them. He reminded me of someone I knew who walked like that. As he got closer I noticed his eyes. He kept staring at me. I looked away and then back and he was still looking at me. I noticed his long black mostache. His small wire rim glassses. I said good morning and he just went on by. I immediately thought of Ron and then thought...reincarnation? My heart's beating fast! I want to run back to the store and talk to him! Maybe he sounds like Ron too. Oh well, I won't. But I'll keep an eye out for him when I go to the store. Maybe he lives in the neighborhood. Creepy, but kind of neat.