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I stroll over, actin’ casual, but inside I’m freakin’—what if she’s a cop? Or worse, ugly? Haha! I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. Reminds me of that line from *A.I.*, “I am programmed to please!” She catches my eye, smirks, and I’m hooked—pun intended! I’m thinkin’, “This is nuts, dude, you’re a fisherman, not a player!”

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

Charity runner, 86, still loving her hospice fundraising mission