We know that Oliver Sacks is not a man who does things by half.  Some people might trip and fall while out
walking, and end up with a twisted ankle. When Dr. Sacks falls, the results are
dramatically catastrophic.  In his book A Leg to Stand On he meets a bull while
walking on a mountain path in Norway.  He
turns and runs, falls down the mountain, tears off his quadriceps, crawls for
an hour or three, is found by reindeer hunters, stretchered to safety, goes
back to England, has a big operation, and tumbles into an existential tail
spin.  This of course is good for the
writing even as it may be bad for the body and mind.




And things haven’t got any better with age for Sacks.  In his new book Hallucinations he’s walking across his office, trips over a box of
books, falls headlong and breaks his hip. 
Thus: “I thought I have plenty of time to put out my hand to
break the fall, but then – suddenly, I was on the floor, and as I hit, I
felt the crunch in my hip.  With
near-hallucinatory vividness in the next few weeks, I reexperienced my fall; it
replayed itself in my mind and body.” Well,
of course it did, Dr. Sacks.










 I’ve also been reading Neil Young’s Waging
Heavy Peace, which is sometimes kind of annoying but sometimes very
readable and once in a while very moving. 
And walking is occasionally involved. 
Neil’s father, who was a journalist and a pretty good dad by all
accounts, eventually suffered from Alzheimer’s, becoming in Young’s words
“there and not there” and after a while he was “just gone.”


        

Young writes, “Last time we were at the farm we went for one of our
many walks.  We always took long walks in
the forest together when I visited him, at the farm or anywhere … On that day
when we were back on the farm walking, Daddy got lost.  That really was the last walk we went on
together.”









I haven't been able to find an image of Oliver Sacks walking, but above is one of him at least standing up. It seems, incidentally, that Oliver Sacks gets lost all the time.  In an interview with the New York Times he
said, “A friend gave me a hat with a built-in compass,
since I have no sense of direction. It beeps when you face north and the
intensity of the beeps shows how close you are. I like to think it’s improving
my awareness but truthfully, I don’t think I’m getting any better. And I get a
little embarrassed wearing a hat that beeps.”











It was actually easier than I thought to find an image of Neil Young walking.  Here he is by the Berlin wall in the early 80s.  BUt perhaps I shouldn't be surprised.  After all, Neil Young did write a song titled Walk
On.  The chorus runs as follows:

     Walk on, walk on,

     Walk on, walk on.