A Short Walk in Paradise
Mid-morning, I set out for a short walk—ten blocks, twice a day, prescribed for my aging heart and arthritic body. I clear the lobby and make my entrance on to 106th Street. I’m ready to start my hike to health, ready to laugh—or at least snicker—in the face of mortality. I take my first step, then pause, thinking, why push things? At the moment I’m upright—even ambulatory—why overtax my body? Maybe I’ll just walk the one block to the bakery, get a large black coffee, find a bench and reflect further on my exercise regimen. At my always-busy corner—Broadway and 106th—I see one of the couples I know from my building, waiting at the corner for the light to change. They’re facing west, in the direction of Riverside Park, two blocks... Read more...
