on the bench that provides seating for those who purchase items to eat from the deli. Only he was prone. What caught my eye before I got to his prostrate figure was the policeman and the jogger talking with each other, intently. He on the bench was about 65-70, overweight, unshaven, and wearing one of those typical ‘older man’ tee shirts, a couple of them. When I passed the trio, and looked at him, he was staring into the void. It made me realize, again, how fragile we all are. One day we are up and the next day.. could be it.