Verges

I went for a short walk down the old rail bed before a few days of rain set in. On the way back I crossed paths with a wild-haired guy wearing flannel and jeans. Everyone else was in shorts and tees. He kept stopping to scrape something off the steep embankment with a short curved stick. As we approached each other he sped up and turned away from me so I didn’t even say hello. It got me thinking about verges. I had a suspension that he knew something about verges. When I got up to the spot where he had last been scrapping there were two distinct marks. Aha I thought, there could be science involved here. He could be a professor from the nearby college, another distinct group that dwells in that special place where the lean meets the fat.