“How are you going today, George?” I ask while standing in line for a meal at the Lambert St Lunch, Camperdown.
George is 60ish with long gray hair and unshaven face; is wearing a t-shirt, too-small shorts and joggers and carries his walking stick.
“Oh, not that good. I nearly fell over on the way here.”
“That’s no good,” I reply. “What happened?”
“Have you ever had your leg just slide out, like this, while your walking,” he says while demonstrating a strange sideward leg movement, precariously. A lunch volunteer, plate of food in hand, is watching as our conversation unfolds.
“Maybe George, but have you had that happen?”
“All the time,” he says seriously. “It’s probably because I’ve got no knee caps, so I’ve got to be careful.”Read More »