There they were, he with his limp and her with her speech troubles and crooked grin. Simple people, sometimes he pushed her in her wheel chair, sometimes she walked with a difficulty. There they were, always one with the other. Grey hair speckled the tops of their heads like a crown on top jeweling two hearty grins. He had never learned to read or write, he told me, he used his memory, came from a large family. I wondered more about his history. She half cripple but smart. She understood. If it was true, she spoke it. Teenage sweethearts, never an ambition, just living in the every day, in love, together. It was their place to be, to live, to love each other. And they did it so well. It was their place to be and they made an impression.