Walk On By

I've always admired the ingenuity of an elderly person who - in lieu of a proper set of wheels - attaches tennis balls to their walker. This tells me they can adapt to change. It also suggests a certain degree of feistiness, like damn, I'm not throwing away a perfectly good walker just because these wheels have gotten rusty, or buying an expensive pair of new ones that cost more than the entire unit. Oh no. I can just open a can of Wilson number twos and get back to rollin'.

These are the type of thoughts I've been having lately.

For real.