It’s a rainy morning. I was on my way to Trader Joe’s when a skinny little coyote crossed 51st street a block ahead of my car, then came trotting right up the sidewalk. He looked a lot like Wile E. Coyote on the old cartoons. I turned on Broadway and had to stop for an old man with a walker making his way across the street. He couldn’t pick his feet up and was inching across with tiny shuffling steps, first one foot, then the other. It took a long time.
I hope both of them will be okay.