775. Random thoughts on a park bench memorial

Ah, Old Man Bucklesby. He used to come to the park and sit for hours, ostensibly collecting ideas for his latest little novel or series in the grocery store magazines. But for this bench and the people he observed whilst sitting here, he would have been a complete failure. Rather, though, like much else of what he did, even his failures were incomplete. He hated everybody. (Credits to Jamie Maslin).