Re: May be the saddest thing Ebert's ever written

> http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2011/02/for_everything_there_is_a_seas.html

> Saying farewell to Boulder forced me to acknowledge that I must abandon 
> many rituals. I can no longer rise at dawn and trace out my usual steps 
> around the Lincoln Park ponds and the Lily Pond. I can no longer sit in 
> a coffee shop and read, unless I want to order a useless cup of coffee. 
> I can no longer wander aimlessly around London. Because of the damage 
> done to my shoulders during the surgeries, my wandering days are over. I 
> can walk for a mile, maybe two, before the right shoulder starts to hurt 
> too much. Ironically, it hurts more when I stand than when I move. 
> Walking is now single-minded, and not a meander. I will certainly never 
> take The Perfect London Walk again.

Wow.  I knew about him not being able to speak, and I might have even 
known about him not being able to eat -- it certainly makes sense, at any 
rate, since both activities require the same orifice -- but I wasn't aware 
that he couldn't *walk* any more, at least not for pleasure.

That *is* sad.

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