I was in the middle of my ride when I spotted him. An older man, hunched and moving slowly, standing outside a beat-up convenience store.
His cap read Vietnam Veteran, but the way he stood told a bigger story than any patch could. Bent shoulders, stiff knees, worn-out eyes that looked like they had carried too many ghosts for too many years. Then I noticed the kids. There were three of them. Maybe nineteen, maybe twenty. Cheap leather jackets, cigarettes … Read more