Today I passed him; seventies guy. Sort of tall, sort of skinny, a few years older than I. You could tell maybe he used to have floppy hair. And he was wearing those light brown, soft-soled boots that make you remember the ones now seen only in reruns of That 70s Show, but which once upon a time were EVERYWHERE - they were, like, the archetypal shoe. Man.
And I thought to myself: Oh my goodness. Eric Foreman.
Awww.
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