The self-imposed hermit joined a group of our RV Park residents for “Big Breakfast” in the clubhouse. I counted thirty-four people and everyone was so glad to socialize with folks they have not seen for months (or two-and-one-half years). This was one of the few times I didn’t have my camera with me—or nearby. This message is for the benefit of Jan, Jimmie, Deb, Janet—and Mr. Red—for repeatedly urging me to “get out.” ~~ Imagine this: I may get in my KIA and drive to the market. Truthfully, I have anxiety thinking about a trip to the market but (to paraphrase) “the journey of four miles starts with a single step.”  This morning, one-hundred-eighty-seven (187) steps from my front door to the Clubhouse.