I walk to town nearly every day when I am at home. I go to the post office or library or bookstore, and sometimes, if I am feeling particularly debonair, I stop at Rosey Jekes Cafe for a cappuccino. Occasionally in the evenings my wife and I stroll up to the Nugget Theater for a movie or to Murphy's for a beer. All this is a big part of my life and I wouldn't dream of doing it other than on foot. People have gotten used to this curious and eccentric behavior now, but several times in the early days passing acquaintances would slow by the curb and ask if I needed a ride.
"But I'm going your way," they would insist when I politely declined.
"Really, it's no bother."
"Honestly, I enjoy walking."
"Well, if you're absolutely sure ," they would say and depart reluctantly, even guiltily, as if leaving the scene of an accident without giving their name.