Making my way steadily down the staircase and on to the street I carry my folio bag in my right hand. Opening the car door with my left. Stepping into the red Buick I put my folio into the back seat and I back out of my parking space. Backing out and pulling out of the parking lot onto Meeting Street. The streets were busy and the glow of the noon time continuing to grace the cobblestone. I drive the 1955 red past the lights on Meeting Street.