December 03, 2014 - 7:31 AM
The impossibly slow, shuffling pace of the man with the walking stick, and the tattered cloth coat, way too large ordinarily, but accommodating enough for an indeterminate number of layers beneath, marked the individual across the street from me as decidedly different from all the other busy pedestrians. They were dressed in the season’s finest fashions, and scurrying to get out of the bitter January wind and into more comfortable surroundings.