Walking to dinner
On Sunday I did something I have not done in that past 11 years.
I walked from my house to a restaurant, had dinner, and walked back.
There aren’t many restaurants in the neighborhood. A Chinese take out place, several pizza places, a spectacularly mediocre seafood place that caters to the fried-fish early-bird crowd, a small Italian place that was bad the first time I tried it several years ago.
It’s good to be able to walk someplace.