Time goes on

A few years ago 6 or 7 greeting a new bunch of Scouts bridging into the Troop. During the intro several spoke up saying they new me. ” you’re the old that’s running or riding a bike past our house. I gusse we’re all known for something.
Sometime after that my compartment syndrome put an end to my running. Now I’m walking the dog in the morning with my cane ( actually it’s my critter stck ). People pass by wave neihbors are out and about. It hit me this morning, I’m the log guy with his cane and dog. Diddly I can steal lead 5.7