Today's pilgrim walk was filled with joy and surprises. Joy because my right knee, which was injured after the house painting, is making progress to health, and surprises because nearing the end of the walk I met a sweet man named Tim, 75 years old. He stopped to ask me where the auto show was. I smiled and told him perhaps McCormick Place. He was unsure and replied "I think the wheel of fortune is going on here, at the Pier, would you like to join me?" I readily accepted his invitation and we spent the next 45 minutes walking the Pier together, talking and smiling as if we had known each other long enough to be friends but not long enough where the shadows of delusion make one squirm.
"It sure is nice to talk with someone," said Tim. I agreed, and by the end of our short time spent together as pilgrims on the path I came to know many interesting things about Tim. When Tim asked if I would like to join him tomorrow in his quest for the wheel of fortune I reluctantly told him I wasn't interested in the wheel of fortune but that I was interested in meeting with him again. When he discovered I did not carry a phone he decided to share the address where he lived. I tried to remember and when I could not he repeated it a second time. We both were suspicious that my memory would let me down and he said "If I don't see you again, may you have a wonderful life!" I thanked him and wished the same for him.
When I returned home Tim's address readily appeared in my mind, which I consider to be unusual due to past experiences with not recalling names and numbers. I wrote the address on paper and will wait and see if I decide to visit Tim.