When I was a little boy there was an old man who lived above a shop, every day he would be sitting in the window facing the street, serenely watching, I felt like he was sad. Every day my school bus passed I would wave to him, and he would wave back. He seemed happy when he had someone to wave to. Nobody called him a creep, everyone thought he was nice. Times have changed. I found out he started sitting in the window after his wife died. I'm sure he's with her by now. For a while he wasn't by the window, and I was worried, but then he came back and I was so happy. I moved. I never saw him again.