On my way home each night for years, I drove past a country home inhabited by an older couple. I didn't know them or their names, but every night I could expect ---if the man was out in the yard which he often was-- he always waved, much in the way you describe the cane-waving. He waved to everyone who drove by. He's been gone for some years now, and I still miss him waving.

My husband is a porch-sitter, at least he was until we moved to our current house. Now he sits on the back deck. But while we were long-distance courting by phone, I would often interrupt his porch-sitting. One night we were talking and suddenly he said, "Oh, that woman should shut her curtains."

He really wasn't trying to peep. Mostly he just passed the time in his porch meditation.