Old friendsOld friendsSat on their park benchLike bookendsA newspaper blown through the grassFalls on the round toesOn the high shoesOf the old friends Old friendsWinter companionsThe old menLost in their overcoatsWaiting for the sunsetThe sounds of the citySifting through treesSettle…

Running through a recent setup for a site required answers to security questions. Mother’s maiden name? No problem, although the “maiden” part brought a chuckle, I doubt my mother ever considered herself a maiden. First Car? Again, easy. Then came…