“George, is that you,” shouted the Old Man?  “Come have a seat next to me on this bench.”

The Old Man padded an open spot next to him on the park bench.  The Stranger passing by looked around and saw no one else.

“It’s time we caught up on ol’ times,” said the Old Man.

The Stranger abruptly stopped in front of him.  The Old Man noticed and padded the open spot on the park bench again.  Looking around, The Stranger hesitantly took a seat next to him.

“Still the ol’ quiet bastard, I see,” smiled the Old Man.

The Stranger watched him in silence.  The Old Man did not notice the dark red stains on his clothes.

“What has this world come to,” asked the Old Man.  “These kids nowadays have their computers, and cell phones.  Back in our day, we were lucky to even have a radio”

The Stranger suddenly reached over to touch the Old Man’s face.

“Oh you agree,” said the Old Man.

He reached over and clapped the hand of the Stranger.

DO IT NOW

Looking at his own hand, the Stranger noticed old, dried streaks of something red on it.

DO IT NOW

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