I almost honked. And then, at the last second—as my hand was hovering over the horn—I saw the newsboy cap and white hair atop the driver’s head. And I smiled sheepishly, mildly chagrined. When the elderly man stepped out of the car, ever so slowly, I motioned to him to cross the parking lot, ahead…
Author: candidkay
Experienced journalist, marketing exec and mother of two, I write about life as I know it. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes hilarious. But always interesting.
