There I was, loping up 80th Street behind an old couple walking arm and arm while the man hummed Isn’t it Romantic (from the film Sabrina).
As I was about to cruise past them, I looked at the woman and said, “It must be so nice to be on the arm of such a good looking man, who sings.”
“It sure is,” she said, shining like a sunbeam.
The man, in what looked like a lime green Brooks Brothers cardigan with a beigy parka over it, looked at me before thrusting out his other arm.
I was so surprised not to mention charmed, and naturally being polite, took it.
They could have been two mechanical Hummels I’d say in their late 80s, perhaps even older, walking like snails, so by the time we got to the corner I was their age.
Despite being late for an appointment, the dental hygienist ready to stab me with my complimentary toothbrush, I was so moved by them strollin along just happy, to still have each other, on a sunny November afternoon…sigh.