Rode out to Grant's Trail today. While on my way, I stopped along Broadway near JB Park to catch some shade under a tree (at the edge of someone's yard). I saw an old man hobble across four lanes of traffic towards me as quickly as he could. I suspected it was perhaps his yard and was going to tell me to get off the grass. Or maybe he was lost. Maybe he thought I was lost. Instead, with no introduction, he comes out with:
"A grade-school teacher asks her student, what happened in 1492. The student says, 'How should I know? I live on the twelfth floor.'"I asked the old man if he had any others and he told me, "No, that one is good" then walked back across the road. Bizarre encounter and it felt like a sign although I'm not sure what for.