Fan Club

I have a new fan club. It consists of an older Asian couple who live around the corner. I first saw them at my garage sale in June, they stopped by to look over my goods, not buying anything and not speaking any English. Since then, I have seen them almost every day, shuffling around the neighborhood for what seems like hours, enjoying their surroundings immensely. The husband is either pushing a walker on wheels or his wheelchair and the wife is walking with her hands clasped behind her back or pushing her husband in his chair when he tires. Very dear.

Yesterday, I had to pick a few things up at the pharmacy, so I hopped on my trusty cruiser, Marybeth, and headed down the block. As I cruised up Beaufield Street, I saw the elder Asian couple on their daily constitutional walking toward me. As I came closer, they stopped walking, and started waving and cheering me on like I was in the Tour de France. The husband gave me a creaky thumbs up, and the wife waved her little fists in the air, smiled widely and gave me a few little whoops. It made me giggle, and I waved back thinking how much I loved living in my neighborhood.

Ten minutes later, I was on my way back up Beaufield, heading home with my bicycle basket full of purchases. I saw the couple again, teetering up the street. They stopped as they saw me heading home and again, greeted me with the thumbs up, the cheering and the fist waving. I felt like Lance Armstrong. I waved back.

I don't know if it was the basket on my bike, that I was riding a bike, or just me, but they thought something was worthy of stopping their walk to cheer me on.

I have fans!