The Street I've Walked a Thousand Times On Autopilot Last week, I wrote about a gentleman in my neighborhood and his friendly brown dog. If you read that article, you know the story. If you didn't, here's the short version: Jamie, Magnus, Seamus, and I often cross paths with the same man during our evening walks. His presence had become such a regular part of our routine that I hardly noticed him anymore until one evening when he wasn't there. Apparently, there is something about these walks...