
Object of beauty in rearview mirror closer than might appear
The lovely Miss Brooke — stylist, pianist, music therapist, organic picker, “Lost” philosopher and devoted consort to a dude taking a five-month stroll. Or simply, the most understanding woman in the world. As I lay on the living room floor in a pool of sweat after a 3-mile run-that-became-a-walk, she called it even before I could heave it out. “I want to start a scholarship,” I said. “I’m thinking of doing something to raise money … I think I may, um –” “You’re going to walk back home, across the country!” she said rather matter-of-factly. The lovely Miss Brooke gets me. She gets this Walk.. Apparently, she gets it miles before I do.




