Livingston Walk Report

I’m up early and nothing much to see here. Only disgruntles with their loud pickups driving the streets looking to run down violators. I’m too fast for them. Slipping in and out of alleys.

I make it to the tracks were Honkie, our friendly engineer honker, lays on the horn to wake up Livingston. I put my head down and march up Park Street. I turn the corner to the home stretch and compare the bank signs. One says 28 degrees and the other is reporting 30. Wow … we will be in the 30s today? I sprint for the front door and duck inside. I made it today. I made it.