On the Iron Horse trail again. I was turning onto the trail to go South when a grandpa and child were walking South also. Grandpa stopped at the side of the trail, plenty of room, the teenage boy stopped in the middle not knowing what to do. I gave a quiet admonishment, like “don’t just stand there in the middle”. Grandpa started calling me “karen”. I realized a few minutes later that this is some kind of insult. Well, in sixth grade I had a crush on a Karen and didn’t appreciate his comment. Then a few minutes later I passed a woman cyclist wearing a beautiful purple jersey just the color of the tree behind her. These Magnolia trees are so great at this time. I guess spring has sprung! Whoo hoo.