iWalk.2020.02.15 Benchwork

Today had the ideal weather for benchwork: the bench in question was the Hurricane Bench, an alluvial piedmont fan on which the fields of the town were located on the south side of the SR‑9 state route running west from Interstate I‑15 through Zion Park to Mount Carmel Junction; the work was walking. As much as I enjoyed the outing, it was an effort today, which was disappointing after yesterday when I had such a good day physically.

I met a little fellow on a shiny, vivid-green bicycle. I thought he was blathering to himself, but as I approached, I realized he was talking to me. I apologized for not hearing him and drew closer. He repeated what he had been saying previously: "We probably live in that house and Mo probably built that shed." Then, pointing to a nearby mechanical digger, he added by way of completing his witness statement, "That's probably Mo's tractor."

I thought to myself, "This young man is probably going to be a lawyer when he grows up", but what I said was, "That's a fine bicycle you have there." He switched from discursive probability to make his closing statement with certainty and informed me, "Yes. I got it for Christmas". Then he rode off triumphantly, pedaling vigorously with his bare feet.

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