Come for Blueberry Pancakes
#Columbus #Age: 55 #Date: 3/18/2018 Today I took my usual Sunday morning stroll through downtown Columbus. As I was walking through the business district, which is largely deserted on weekends, I overtook a man in his mid twenties. Although I normally feel safe in that part of town, I occasionally find myself regarding people with a little bit of suspicion. He was wearing a baseball cap and an old worn coat. He was ambling along slowly with a slight limp and held is right arm across his chest. I felt a tinge of apprehension as from behind he looked like the sort who might pester for a handout, perhaps aggressively so. As I passed him he yelled "Hey!" I looked back and saw that he had a huge smile and his face was the absolute picture of child like innocence. He had picked up his pace to keep up with me. "Do you want to come over for blueberry waffles?" His voice all enthusiasm in anticipation of a great treat. I said "Thank you, but I can't...