I’ve seen this man several times, and have always wondered what his story is. He’s an older man who often rides his bike around our side of town. He has wild, bushy gray hair, and never wears shoes. That must hurt a little on those bike pedals. He doesn’t seem to mind.
Today I was driving home from work and saw him off in the distance. As usual, he was on his bike, but seemed to be teetering under the weight of the bundle tied to the back. I couldn’t tell what he was carrying, but as I pulled closer, I saw there were four boxes strapped to the back of his bike. Even closer, I realized they were four cases of PBR. He may not have shoes, but he has cheap beer. And really, that’s what matters, right?