Bob was
the stranger who would give me a ride
back to my car. He is from Natick. While
we
were chatting at the summit, out of the
blue he asked me the score of Red Sox
game last night. How would I know, I
don't even know Red Sox was playing.
Amazingly, he is a smoker, I saw him at
least light up twice on the way down,
once at the summit. He still hike as
fast as I did. Why did I quit again?
