Mad Dogs and Englishmen

The older woman was driving slowly, opening her window as she rolled to a stop. She probably needed directions, I figured, so I walked up to the car.

But no, she was shaking her head and wagging her finger even before she spoke.  "You're going to make yourself sick out here. It's too hot to be walking," she said. "Take care of yourself." And that was all. I nodded and smiled, mumbled something like, "It's hot today, isn't it?" She closed her window and drove away.

And I had just been thinking what a pleasant day it was. High humidity, yes, but breezy and bearable. So I steadied my pace a little, thinking again about the time of day (yes, it was 1 p.m. — not the best time to be out) and the simple neighborliness I'd just witnessed. In all my years of walking through the neighborhood, this was the first such interaction I'd had.

Suddenly, I was feeling all warm inside. And it wasn't from the walking.