Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Another morning with Mr. Taylor, aka the world’s oldest school crossing guard. I ran for the bus and caught it just as the light changed. Still catching my breath I said, “Good morning,” to him and went to sit down. A moment later, the construction guys got on, and the man who I can never understand smiled at Mr. Taylor and said, “hello good morning,” to him.
“Good morning to you, too,” Mr. Taylor replied. His voice is deep with age. A little… Oaky, if that makes any sense.