Published by admin on Thu, 11/04/2021 - 9:30am
The man in the hunter-green hooded sweatshirt with orange lettering gripped his cardboard coffee cup and walked toward me down the hallway of our shared hotel in Deadwood. It was early.
“Good morning,” he said as we closed in on each other.
“Good morning,” I responded.
Later, in the elevator, I rode with a couple who couldn’t have been much older than me, the names of whom I will never know. After we reached the ground floor and the elevator dinged and the door opened, he said to me, “have a good day.”
“You guys, too,” I responded.