I went for a visit yesterday to see old Sol. We have been friends for eight years now. When I first moved here, his station would be full of old men talking. The station was always full of life. These days it’s just Sol. All the old men have gotten sick and died off. Now Sol sits alone in his chair in front of his little gas heater gazing out the window. He can see more than 50 years back in time through that glass. He can see all the past customers, he can see his children playing, and he can see his dead wife… Most of all, he can see his own reflection, wrinkled from time.
