Issue No. 11 of the Knowing Road. With my coffee in hand, I patiently waited at the sliding glass doors to be let in by the front desk attendant. He and I had gotten to know each other over the past two weeks as I did my daily visits to see my Mom recovering from a fall and pneumonia. He sincerely wished me good morning with a smile on his face despite being at his familiar post last night when I left. I often wondered if he ever went home.