I think I saw ghosts the other day. I was running along Pre’s Trail (I almost always run along Pre’s Trail, but it’s important to the story today), and I saw a man and a woman running in the grass parallel to the trail who didn’t appear to belong to this decade. They looked like 70s runners, no question. The man had long brown hair, down to the middle of his back, loose, and a big mustache. He was wearing short-ish shorts and those classic socks with the horizontal stripes around the calf. The woman had long wavy-curly hair, also loose, and she was wearing high-waisted nylon pants with an elastic waste and a loose t-shirt tied in a knot at her waist. It was eerie.
Of course, I also smelled baking bread in the middle of the park, far from any homes or restaurants, so maybe I had a stroke.