Downtown Spokane on a Tuesday afternoon in May

So I’m walking back to the paper from Auntie’s.

Up ahead, maybe a block away, I see a woman fall to the sidewalk. She is right in front of what used to be the Washington Mutual building on the south side of Main. What is it now, the Chase building?

Before I can even begin to speculate, a man who had been walking nearby scurries to check on her.

By the time I get closer, a few facts become apparent. The woman looks to be in her 40s or 50s. She had been trying to maneuver several cases of water bottles stacked on a two-wheeler. And she seems to be OK.

After making sure she was all right and helping her up, the man who checked on her starts heading my way.

“Well done,” I say as we pass.

He thanks me and smiles.

As often happens to me, I know his face but can’t place him.

“Forget about it,” I imagine someone saying, “Chinatown” style. “It’s Spokane.”