On Bowen Island we used to have a neighbour that was know for walking around. Everyday we saw Gordon walking somewhere on the island. Sometimes he carried an umbrella, sometimes a stick; sometimes nothing. Gordon walked all over Bowen all the time. There was no set time to look out the window and see him, but it would never fail that sometime during the day or night, Gordon would walk by the house, sometimes several times.

I feel like I am the Gordon Thorkelsen of Los Alamos. I walk a lot here.

P.S. We all thought Gordon was weird but, years after his death, I still miss seeing him roam.