And, as I was passing, he leaned his torso over and into a garbage can. He came back up with a newspaper and a quarter of a sandwich emerging from its tin foil like a pearl escaping from an oyster shell. The old man shuffle-walked about two feet and handed the quarter sandwich to a waiting friend, another senior citizen who looked much like my or your or someone we know's grandfather.
And I would never have pegged them as homeless. I am not sure, even now, if they actually were. They seemed just like two grandfathers canoodling. They were clean and smiling and hanging out in sunshine with the passersby around Lincoln Center. It was odd. But, so sweet, too.
The first grandfather kept the paper to read while his friend enjoyed the pearl sandwich.
And, as I walked past, I thought, "That's what I want to be when I grow up."
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