The other morning when I was walking in Liberty Park, I noticed a stroller before I even noticed who was pushing it. It was one of those old umbrella strollers--the kind that fold up easily and don't do any special tricks. And before I even looked at who was pushing the stroller I thought unto myself, "The person will be old. Like me."
And lo it was the truth. The woman appeared to be someone from my generation, pushing a baby (grandchild?) around the park in an old-fashioned umbrella stroller.
I've been thinking about strollers, actually, because earlier in the week I had lunch with some friends at the Dodo. In the booth next to us there was a stroller that did tricks. The young mother demonstrated for us everything it could do. Swivel. Expand. Accommodate skateboards on both sides (I'm not lying). Do handsprings across a basketball court during halftime like the Jazz Bear (I am lying).
When she was finished, I said to my friend, "How much would a stroller like that cost? Maybe 700.00?"
She snorted mightily because she has been in the business of buying stuff for grandkids. "At least."
I, of course, don't see the point of that when hell. You can push a baby around Liberty Park on a fine fall day for a whole lotta less money.