My latest loss is my longtime foot doctor I’ve been seeing for 20 years. The part time space he rents has tripled, so that’s it, he will be my doctor no more.
He’s the sweetest man not to mention greatest footman, if you will, I’d from time to time send a note to…
Dear Dr. Steve…we love you, thanks for making us feel so much better.
Love, Susannah’s feet.
When I saw him for the last time, he gave me all his subway cards since he won’t be needing them anymore, his formal practice being in New Jersey where alas, he’ll stay from now on.
So, when I got off the train, I ambled over to the machine to see what was on them.
Next to me was a young man of color who had a good dozen he must have picked up off the ground hoping he’d find a fare.
One could say I had a good poker hand with four of a kind, $5.50 each, which comes out to two rides a card.
As we stood side by side after seeing his face, I knew, he folded.
“How’d ya do?” I asked, though knowing the answer.
“Here,” I said, handing him one of the cards. “Someone gave these to me, so how bout I give one to you?”
His face lit up like a fireplace.
As I watched him breeze through the turnstile, I felt better having shared the goodness, graced to me by a man I’ll always remember, feet first.