Strangers in the Park

Every Thursday I would sit in the Madison Square Park and I'd have a lovely chat with a forgetful gentleman.

A well-put-together gentleman sat down on the bench next to me. “Stop me if I already told you but I forget. That’s why I speak so much anyway.”

Those were his first words to me. His clothing was old, but clean and taken good care of. The same could be said about his face, lined with a white short beard. I said something in response, to have him continue. We spoke for hours, then formally introduced and parted. The next day I hear a familiar voice: “Stop me if I already told you but I forget…”