Remember last year when I was making People of Brookline postcards? I don’t think I ever posted this one, but this lady* is a walking addict. For as long as I’ve been living here (13 years, OMG), I have seen her walking through every season, every element, usually always in the same clothes. (Ignore the text on the postcard — the purple pants are BACK, bitches.) This grizzled broad walks EVERYWHERE. We’ve even seen her walking up the steepest hills in neighboring towns.
(*Actually, the jury is out on the gender.)
One time, Henry saw her COME OUT OF A HOUSE. She might actually live somewhere other than the streets! I can’t even…
I’m hoping to see her walk past my house at some point this weekend, because I’m going to hitch a ride on her walking-wake. If I can keep up with her, that’s a surefire way to crush this walking challenge. She could walk me to victory. (And probably also an IV hook-up in the ER.)
I have a sinking suspicion Purple Pants might be my future.