It was a good day for Herschel. His living assistant packed him a light meal, a few potato pancakes. They were nice and easy on his dentures. Central Park, it was a nice and calming spot. Hopefully it wouldn't be so filled with pollutants as to spark up the trouble on his worn lungs. 

Herschel slowly glanced at the back of his wheel-chair, making sure his respirator was there. Sometimes damn kids would try to play with it. Damn kids. He needed it, but kids these days wouldn't respect the property of their elders.

He slowly pushed his wheelchair forward as he moved up to a nearby bench. It was crowded with fellow elderly citizens, who had aged better than him. 

Reaching into a pocket he pulled out a bit of bird seed. He eyed the nearest pigeon as he sprinkled the seeds around his wheel-chair. "Come here you little shiska." The pigeon came and partook in the bird seed, as Herschel gave a small smile. 

Today was to be a good day. He could feel it.