I can hear the marching band, doing the best they can

Toe,
An old man and a woman were in front of the public library, a wheelchair tipped over on the sidewalk near them. The old woman sat on a low ledge where some ivy grew as the old man struggled with the wheelchair. I asked if they needed some help. The man said the wheelchair's wheel had come off its rim, and I looked, and sure enough, this was true. He said that a woman had gone to fetch a screwdriver to fix it. In a moment, a young woman came over with the screwdriver, as well as a pair of pliers, and together they put the wheel back on the rim.

Before I walked away I praised them for their good work, and I waved to the old woman on the ledge, who had been basically ignored while all this happened. She looked at me with watery eyes and didn't really seem to be able to acknowledge my presence. I got the impression she had dementia. Or perhaps it was the heat and the stress of the situation that made her seem uncommunicative.

There is a marching band practicing somewhere in town, and I could hear it as I walked away.

Hope you are well, man. It's been a hectic month for me.

Let me know what the fall out was from the Chinese dentist joke.
Love,
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