My mind works over time when something triggers it.Like watching a lady try to cross Bi Pass 41,on foot. It made me remember an experience I had in Merrikhsh . It was the last day of my trip and I decided that I wanted to ship my suitcase back to Venice,
via UPS. I was stopping at our New York daughters apartment, a third floor walk up and I didn't want either of us to have to shelp the suitcase up and then down. I asked our guide to get me a driver to take me to the UPS store and then bring me back to our
hotel. The driver was a middle aged man. He brought me to the store, went inside with me and then back to the car to wait for me. For some reason, which I can't remember, he had to move the car to the other side of the street. He came back into the store to
get me, and very seriously, taking my hand, he looked both ways , and then , still holding my hand, walked me across the street. I felt four years old, but I fondly think back to his doing that. His hand felt very comfortable, like a practiced Dad.