Joan drove to the market later and took my wheeled walker out and I went off to the liquor store. On my way back, approaching me from the opposite direction was a grizzled oldster I had never seen before on a rickety walker. We stopped to talk. Maybe commune! I had a sense in the air of the Brethren. There was nothing more than a familial salute but the underlying expression was tangible.
Maybe he will be sitting at the sidewalk cafe having a coffee and a smoke and I will find myself next to him and we will talk about broken field running in football, or sliding safely into home plate, or dipsidoodling between two tough defencemen and scoring a goal. I think that's something similar state Brethren might do.