Ray Bradbury’s “The Pedestrian”
It’s 2053. Nobody walks anymore. They’re all inside. Watching their “viewing screens.” Except, in this Ray Bradbury short story, a man named Leonard Mead. And this is what happens:
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It’s 2053. Nobody walks anymore. They’re all inside. Watching their “viewing screens.” Except, in this Ray Bradbury short story, a man named Leonard Mead. And this is what happens:
born to walk (and paddleboard) 