Searching for a new run route, I set off towards a park I knew was nearby. I ran through neighborhoods, up hills, and all around town trying to find my way into the entrance of the park I just  knew  was around here somewhere. Finally, I decided I must either ask someone, or head home. I scanned the streets for someone to approach. My eyes landed on an older gentleman standing in his driveway. His white hair was mostly covered by a hat and his hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his jacket. But he stood as content as can be, next to a parked car. The backseat door was wide open, and he stared inside with an admiring smile on his face, as if he were  completely  mesmerized and enthralled with what he saw.  I called down the long driveway from the sidewalk, "Excuse me sir, do you know how to get to the park entrance from here?" "Sure!" He yelled back without glancing up at me. His eyes remained locked on the backseat of the car. "Come and meet my grandson!...