Hey, it's Dylan. I've got something a little bit different for you today. Every Tuesday

this month, we are featuring an essay from Off Assignment. If you've never heard of Off Assignment

you should check them out. They are really amazing. They're a nonprofit online

magazine and they describe themselves as having a pension for journeys

and a fascination with strangers which is

very much in line with my approach to the world. The stories we're featuring are really

transportive. They feature these unique specific perspectives. And the

first is from a column that Off assignment Ran that I really really love. It's a column called

Letter to a Stranger and it is exactly that. I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I do.

Okay, Atlas Obscura goes off assignment.

Here is the episode.

To the Father on the bicycle. I wish you knew how wonderful it was.

I wish you knew how wonderful it was seeing you every other morning through

forgive glasses and cold-tung eyes passing each other on our bicycles along Camino

de la Laguna each one of us on our way to work.

Sometimes you had your son with you, swerved in the warmest clothes, your left hand wrapped around his little body.

His head rested against your chest as he stood on the crossbar of your rusty green bicycle.

The two of you were Madonna and child, your beanies forming

radiant halos. As you rode past, you d raise your hand off the handle by and nod,

and I would always shout, Rasta,

through my mask, because as embarrassing

as the memory is now, it is what felt natural

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