Characters: Moreland

Around five o'clock this afternoon I drove my Jeep past the Moreland Plaza. The old Moreland Theatre and a favorite Ma & Pa resturant of our's, Fat Albert's, to my side I watched as an elderly man, perhaps as young as 85, make his way with his wife across the street at the crosswalk. He used a four-point cane to asssist himself from hat could have likely been a stroke suffered a long time ago.