"I suppose I do, yes, seeing is critical to me." I admitted.
"Well, sir, there are appearances that obscure the seeing. Reckoned you'd have discovered that. The real and true, sir, are not always manifest in the look of things."
With that he stood, easily untangling himself from the picnic table seat. He straightened up with his left hand on top of his cane. The other hand went to his hat brim. "Pray, sir, shall we try to 'see' more tomorrow?" He smirked at his pun, or so it seemed.
"Yes, Mr. Jones, I sure hope we can. 'Spect there is more to observe," I replied.
"Very well, I shall find you on the morrow." He chuckled, appearing to like my comeback. Turning, he went north to Lincoln Street towards where the "old" Stonebreaker house had stood.