contemplating the end of a so-called career as a messenger aka “the day I walk away” ...I sometimes think about all the people in “my neighborhood” those people that recognize me, the people that say hi, the people that cut me some slack and give me the benefit of a 12 year doubt. The mailman, the security guards, the FedEx lady, the bus drivers, the receptionists, the mailroom clerks, the court clerks, the copy center dudes, the coffee shop girl, the King County Sheriffs, the US Marshalls, the mom & pop moms and pops and even a few cops. You know you’ve been around awhile when the Marshalls at USDC ask how your lunch was because they watched you eat it on the bench outside yesterday and then they ask you about the good old days at 1010 5th. You know you’ve been around when a bus driver calls you out at a Sunday brunch with your family and then kisses you on the cheek. You know you’ve been around when drivers from other companies stop in traffic to talk. You know you’ve been around awhile if you see Ruie uptown and she asks for handlebar ride back to her office.