For the love of conversation

Yesterday we stopped to
chat with Mac Daddy --
a man of few words who
walks with his dog, Mac.

We call him Mac Daddy
because we don't really know
him—or his name, but were once
introduced to the dog, Mac.

We crossed paths on the trail
in the woods out by the
railroad tracks.

We said—isn't it a beautiful day.

He said—yes it is.

We said it was good to be
out in the woods on such
a nice day.

He said he's been walking
out in the woods on the trail
for years.

Said his wife grew up
in the neighborhood.

Said they courted out there --
all "kissie face and huggy bear."

We parted with lingering laughs
and silly smiles, giddy with
conversation about what
people you hardly know
will tell you.