I’ve been contacted by multiple sources regarding the appearance of the story of Andrew Forsthoefel & I meeting in Franklin.
Andrew is walking across America collecting stories from people of all walks of life. He walked by me just before 10 AM in Franklin, Louisiana, as I was simply standing outside, soaking up the morning sunshine, doing some yoga stretches, and getting a general feel for when I may wish to leave for the day, and how far I may wish to walk that day. I didn’t have any of my gear on me, but as he was a clean-cut guy carrying a backpack, with flags and a sign attached, I simply had to stop and ask him what he was doing.
“I’m walking across America, collecting stories,” he told me, “I began in Philadelphia; I’ve walked over 1,400 miles, and I’m headed to California.”
“Well, can I invite you inside for a glass of water? I have bananas too…”
“Sure!” Andrew enthusiastically tells me. “Did you compete in the Ironman race?” Andrew asked me, noticing the shirt given to me by a friend in Austin.
“No, but I think you’re gonna like my story more than that…” I invite him inside, and as he’s immediately impressed by the interior of Paul’s house, I explain that the house isn’t mine (how was he to know any different?), and that I was actually an invited guest of Mr. Paul. I escort Andrew to the living room, where my cart full of travel gear was residing, WALKING ACROSS AMERICA signs attached, and pointing it out to him, I explained: “this is what I’m doing!”