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 One of my uncles almost never wore shorts. He did work outdoors, but even when he got home, he didn't put on shorts. I never understood this because he had an awesome tattoo on his calf. He died five years ago last week. Still hard to believe.

On my walk today, I went on a repaired sidewalk near the bike trail. The sidewalk was repaired, but the the area next to the sidewalk had not been, meaning there were little gaps on the left and right of the sidewalk.

I accidentally went off on the right, then overcorrected and went farther off the left. They are doing a bunch of work near the place where I was, so I was going to call for a worker or two to come help me. But even before I could say anything, one of the workers started running toward me. He wound up helping me back on the sidewalk no problem.

He looked nothing like my uncle — he was a different ethnicity for one thing — but all I could think of when I saw him running over was my uncle. I have decided that it was because of his long pants. I don't know if he had a cool tattoo though.