As part of Dad’s mobility strategy, on Friday I drove him to the county’s Dimple Dell recreation center to begin working out again. He had not gone to the gym since Covid-19 shut the country’s gyms down. We are always starting over in life, aren’t we? He is starting his gym workouts over at age 86! We both rode the stationary bicycles for 30 minutes—I read a book, while Dad looked at a blank television screen because the County can no longer afford satellite TV. Then Dad did his usual circuit, working out his biceps, chest, core, back, and legs. I worked on my core, mostly with planks, and my arms and chest. I think we will both be sore. Dad was pleased to see his old friend, Daniel, who struck up an ebullient conversation with Dad before moving on to chat cheerfully with the lady on the treadmill. Before starting our workout, I locked my wallet, phone, and keys in a keyed locker. Retrieving my belongings on our way out of the gym, Dad told me he is the reason the county purchased the lockers, because during one workout years ago, he watched a man walk by the open cubicles and swipe Dad’s key ring. Dad chased him down, called him out, and retrieved his keys with, “These are mine!” The man just kept on walking and got away. Walking to the car arm in arm with Dad, he commented weakly, “I feel pretty beat up, Rog.” But I could tell he also felt happy and satisfied, and was looking forward to next Friday. Me, too.