My elderly friend usually has a story or joke for me on Sunday mornings, but today the weather had made his foot ache.
“I cut it once,” he said in explanation.
“How’d you do that?”
“When I was eighteen years old I hit it with my chop-ax. Went right through my new boot.”
He shifted his weight and the familiar smile ignited his eyes. “Had me one ruined boot and one I couldn’t use.”
Olen, age 93