Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Sometimes when I take a few days off I feel renewed and ready to go, even if it's brief.  Today I didn't.  Well, my breathing was pretty good, but my legs felt sore.  That may have been due to the cold weather.  Anyway, I approached the Floodway and I saw what looked like my old buddy Brad's truck on the west Canal road.  I didn't want to seem presumptuous so I turned on the east Canal road and tried to see if I could make out who was behind the tinted windows.  I couldn't tell, but it didn't look like Brad.  So I ran past, but then I came back and the guy rolled down his window.  I said, "I thought you were Brad.  That looks like his truck."  He said he thought it was Brad's truck before it was his.  I asked what his name was.  He said Josh.  I asked if he had taken my place when I left.  He said he didn't think so.  I asked what his responsibility was at the District.  He said he works with the wells.  I said, "Oh.  With Jason?"  He said, "No, I think I took Jason's place."  I said, "I didn't know Jason had left.  So, then with Andy?"  He said, "Yes."  Thinking any further conversation with him (from the othe side of the Canal) would just be more awkward than it was I told him it was nice to meet him and for him to have a nice day.  I continued on my way up to Brown Road and now finally over to the Floodway where I got to run on the newly resurfaced pavement.  The previous surface was very gravelly, but it staid together and was a decent running surface.  Now it's luxurious.  About halfway down I came upon three silver-haired ladies that were walking side by side by side.  I said good morning when I got in earshot range of them to which they sweetly replied good morning to me in unison.  Then I said in dramatic fashion, "Isn't this great now?"  They all simultaneously heartily agreed with me and then they giggled like school girls as I passed by them.  I took this picture on the run.  You might be able to see them in it.