Meet Harvey J. Mills

notes from the podcast exercise (to be fleshed out later with dialogue and character description)
setting - down the street from my house
what comfortable thing i'm wearing - my jogging suit and sneakers, going out for a walk
weather is autumn, a warm day for october in mn, but not too warm
sound is repetitive huuuuum-huh, huuuum-huh, huuuum-huh (think of how to describe this using more aural sensory descriptions)

turn the corner and see a man in his mid-forties, with a combover of about 12 strands of hair that only draws more attention to his shiny balding head. he stands about 5'9", hunched over, sitting at the bus stop, in a light brown suit from 1980 with diagonally striped dark orange and white tie, white shirt, with not a wrinkle in sight, polished brown dress shoes and socks to match the suit. Glasses that look too big for his face, the kind that have the bridge at the top of the frame, and the top of the frame is a straight line, but the bottom of the frame is more round. The forehead is wrinked, the eyes we can't really see because his head is lowered, he is looking at a crack in the pavement on the sidewalk. His mouth is closed, actually clenched shut. Lips are pressed together, brow wrinkled, as if he's deep in thought. His arms are folded, he is clutching the sleeves of his jacket on either side, his fingers almost forming fists around the fabric. His legs are spread apart at shoulder's width, feet pointed slightly outwards. He is slightly rocking back and forth as he hums, tapping his foot with each rock.
I say "Good morning"
He says nothing. Keeps humming.