March 12, 2011
My dad, my brother and I are taking one of the many walks in an attempt to get the two exercise. Out of necessity, it's a short one. Due to my dad's back injury, he is hunched over. In an attempt to maintain his balance, though, he shifts his shoulders back which results in his chest being bowed out not unlike a chicken dance. My brother's gait is short shuffling stride due to the pain in his hips. We are able to make it to the end of my parent's driveway - about a hundred yards one way, two hundred round trip. Across the dirt road is a horse stable where a young colt is running and bucking with vigorous enthusiasm. Dryly, my brother exclaims, "showoff." My dad laughs and we turn around to walk back to the house.