CarrollBlog 10.30

Almost every day for years I've passed the blind woman on her way to work. In her right hand she holds a long white cane that she taps in front of her to sort the familiar geography of the sidewalk she must know so well after having walked it a thousand thousand times. I always give her a wide berth because she taps the stick in a continuous sweeping 180 degree semi-circle in front of her-- left/middle/right/middle/left... This morning walking along, lost in thought, I heard a loud clunk...