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I watched the old man climb onto the bus, struggling up the stairs, both hands clutching the railing. his skin was wrinkled and brown, worn like the pages of a favorite book. his head hung low, neck bent into a crooked, painful hook, as if the head might wobble loose at any moment and tumble to the floor.

he shuffled across the front of the car, taking an empty seat next to a discarded newspaper. quietly, he picked up the top fold of the paper, the classifieds, unfolding and refolding it, smoothing it out in his lap. i watched as he picked through the loose sections of the paper, painstakingly reordering them, inserting each previous section into it's proper parent. the auto section, sports, metro, area, front page. folding the last section over, he held up his prize, face set in a satisfied grimace. i watched as he folded the paper in half, tucked it under his arm and shuffled towards the door, climbing down at the next stop. As i sat there all i wanted to do is kiss this mans forhead and lay my head on his lap. I miss my grandpa Hope all of you have a great weekend.