Two men, at least 70 years old, stand at the edge of the curb. Both wear worn cotton jackets, beret-like hats, and lean heavily on their canes. They make small talk, but face the street, waiting. The clothes are clearly not warm enough, but neither man seems to mind, because the end result is worth the cold wait.

A bus slowly comes to a stop in front of them, and off clamber two elementary school aged boys. Big smiles appear on their faces when they see the waiting men. Grandpa's here to take me home, their faces say, no words necessary. Although the boys were talking to each other before, all of their attention is now focused on the older man that came for them. One of the old men holds the strap of his grandson's backpack as the boy turns, causing the pack to slide off his shoulders and into the hands of the older man. With his free hand, the grandpa takes the upheld hand of the school boy, and they begin walking toward home. The other boy, though smaller, keeps his backpack on, because his grandpa is not able to carry it. A big smile on his face, he, too, reaches up for the hand of his grandfather, and they walk off. Another day at school, another walk home with Grandpa.