No Strings Attached

Your thoughts on remembering and missing people makes me think about people I unconsciously look for in places I go, like the tiny little hearing-impaired lady I used to wait on when I worked at a retail bath and bedding shop years ago, who would take a bus once a week to shop our mall, and always came in to check out new things and clearance things. We used to set aside things we knew she looked at previously when they went on clearance for her. And it made me realize that I haven't recently seen a certain gentleman who used to walk entire neighborhoods picking up empties...I'll have to ask friends about that. You are so right - they do leave holes where they stood.