“It takes a long time to become young.”
– Pablo Picasso, prolific and influential Spanish artist
 

“You feeling the chill?”

“A little,” I replied.

Johnny reached over and manipulated the controls of the old truck. Warm air erupted from the dash along with a helping of grain dust and a couple brittle poplar leaves. It was late autumn, 1972 and I was helping Johnny with some work on his farm. We were heading into town to pick up some feed supplement. We were only a few kilometres away when we noticed the old man: a grey figure on a grey afternoon moving slowly along the roadside. He barely took notice of us as we drove past him. He was dressed in a long, grey woolen coat with a ragged scarf wrapped around his neck and a tattered bro...

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