Tinicum: Found an old man lying on the ground. He insisted he was fine and that his son was coming. Upon closer inspection I realized I knew him from my old hood in Swarthmore; one of my nicest chattiest neighbors born in 1922 with all kinds of stories about being in the Navy Air. A pilot.
Waited with him until his son came and then helped him get up and back to his car which took a while! His wife died in April and they moved him into a facility. His legs are “not what they used to be.”
What are the chances I was in that place at that time?