Door to Door

I passed an old man in his 80s or even his 90s, walking along the sidewalk in my neighborhood. He was dressed in tan slacks, a yellow dress shirt, and a tie.

Over his shoulder he carried a small bag; maybe it contained Bibles, or samples, or goods to sell. In a split-second my mind constructed the story of an old door to door salesman, on his last legs, shoulders slumped, trudging along the sidewalk looking for his last sale.

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