This Is How We Stroll

These are my friends, the roosters of the mall. Every first part of the day, you find the walking living getting in their daily quarter mile (more or less one inside lap of the mall). Afterward it is the celebratory coffee and chitchat over the daily hearsay.

For years, two mutually respectful cliques guard the north or south seating, God forbid a rival retiree to rest on the wrong side. Francis (far left) once complained boredom and revolted to another wing of the mall. His protest persevered for six months of solitude, then submitted back to the north.

In our day to day greetings, my friends share their latest limitations and almost always add, "I was like you once..."