Role Reversal

Can Dave come out to play? That’s what my neighbor Mark wanted to know when he showed up unexpectedly this afternoon. My son was getting ready to mow the front lawn—I had just finished the back a few minutes before—and it fell to him to fetch me. Mark’s arrival couldn’t have been timed better: I was just about to head out anyway. And as Mark already had a route in mind, he saved me the trouble of deciding where to go. He also made me push just a little harder than I might have alone, but the ride still served as the recovery I needed after yesterday’s effort.