By Jamie Heiden
Mr. Orville owned this land and the land on the other side of the fence too. I don’t see him anymore. We’ve never spoken, only waved. Sometimes just the head nod – I can’t do that one naturally… only premeditated. I do though have the small movement of the finger lift off the steering wheel down. For those times when you just can’t muster the strength for anything else. No smile required. I think it’s inferred.