Lloyd Lund and the Women's Show

Lloyd walks slowly toward me. He's got a walker that he navigates well enough through the crowd; one of the fancy walkers, the kind with the seat built-in for a quick rest on the road.He's smiling at me for as long as it takes him to approach, which over the fifteen feet of terrain could be as long as thirty seconds. He turns and sits on his walker throne and smiles even more broadly. "Slow today."