By Ian Copestick
Where I walk my dog, every day, I see an old man. A nice old man. While the weather's good, he walks around the neighborhood, with a cane He waves at everyone he sees . Whether he knows them, or not, I have no idea. But, I always enjoy meeting him. He's always really cheery. Except, sometimes he complains that a lot less people wave back to him, than they used to. That may be because they have no idea who he is. But, I don't know. He's still a nice old man.