Morning walk31

Today there was a racewalk in Central Park. I started walking long before the race began. A tall young man, 25 or 26 years old, saw me twice. The second time he saw me, he came up to me and asked, “How is it that you are walking faster than I am?”

I said to him, “How is it that you are walking slower than I am?”

Then he patted me on the shoulder. He looked as if he were taking a morning walk.


RB 891. 30 June 1985