NauenThen

Blue Man

August 7, 2016

I paused to let him walk by before I carried my bike down my stairs, but he stopped to say, Biker!

I said, I like that you're wearing your helmet & you're not even riding.

He's the guy whose skin is blue from colloidal silver, although he didn't look that blue up close. I see him riding around the neighborhood a lot—he lives nearby.

He told me a stream of bike stories dating back to 1976. He hates the subway—slashers! zika! germs! I get the impression he's a bit of a nut. A nice nut.

Will he recognize me again if I'm sans bike?

I'm sorry I didn't ask his name.