Big Five! (part 3)
My father walks every day-- EVERY day--rain or shine. Only today isn't rainy, it's sunny. Very sunny, as in hot! It's hot, and I've just made my father happy. I've bought him a new pair of walking shoes, and, let me tell you, they weren't cheap. The problem is this: my 93 year-old father's feet hurt him when he walks. They hurt him when he wakes up in the morning, and they hurt him when he lays his head down at night to go to sleep. They hurt him when he eats, and they hurt him when he's hogging the TV watching... well, you know what he likes to watch. They just plain hurt. But, the thing is, he doesn't blame his feet. He blames his shoes. I drive through a different town on occasion. A small town. And every time I do I see an old man jogging down the road. It never fails, he's always jogging. With a big smile on his face. I honk my horn, and he always gives me a big friendly wave as I drive by. One day, I decided to stop. I stopped. He stopp...