Up in my corner of Hummerville, people generally don’t walk unless the doctor tells them to. In fact, I count a grand total of five people who walk for reasons other than recreation or exercise. Yes, all of five people walk the .5-1 mile from our side of Elwood Avenue into our tiny “town” and the train station.

They are:

1. Me. Duh.

2. The tall, blonde young lady who walks to the train each day. She really sticks out because she’s tall, she’s blonde, she’s a woman, she’s young and she walks in a neighborhood filled with short Italian men who drive. Not sure what her deal is.

3. The young guy of about 25, buzzed blond head and a perma-scowl, who may or may not be mentally impaired.

4. The guy of about 40 who smokes cigarettes with the cab drivers at the station and is definitely mentally impaired.

5. The Angry Church Lady, an octagenarian shrew who climbs that massive hill on Broad Street each morning in weather fair and foul, mumbling to herself as she fingers Rosary beads. I assume she’s en route to Holy Rosary Church.

That’s it folks: the tall blonde, the Church Lady, two mentally impaired guys and moi.