A person who has a great appreciation for and deep knowledge of wine is called a oenophile. But what about a person who has a great appreciation and interest in sidewalks? What are they called?
Let me tell you. They are called Carter.
Carter and I had the task of walking Haley around our apartment complex for her final nightly walk tonight, a job usually reserved for Husband who is off on an all day fieldtrip with Cody.
Carter, who is not used to the evening walk, had a great time using his flashlight (even though there was enough lingering day in the sky that a flashlight was not really necessary). He became quite interested in the company name and date stamped into various sections of the sidewalk. As we strolled along he would stop to squat down and examine them closely with his beam of light. In an excited voice he would call out the date stamped into the concrete as if it were a long lost snippet of Shakespeare (or in Carter’s world, a forgotten rhyme from Dr. Seuss).
Most of the sidewalks were dated 1998 and it caused me to chuckle as the comparison of dates and good bottles of wine, with dates and good sections of sidewalk, popped into my head. Knowing Carter would not appreciate my odd sense of humor and Husband was not here to wow with my wit and whimsy, I thought I would share it with you. You are welcome.
Oh, and while I mostly trusted Carter with his sidewalk-date reading abilities, I did have to question him when he proudly announced that the sidewalk squares right outside the entrance to our apartment were made in 1398. Hum.