92 and Not Dead Yet

Stranger in a Desolate Place

by Reg Green (March 2021)

Untitled, Evgeny Roukhin, 1974


Walking on the Tahoe Rim trail on all but the most popular segments at the most popular times is almost always a solitary experience. That’s what makes it so attractive to hikers, of course. The trail runs for 170 miles, largely on a ridge with the deep blue of Lake Tahoe a few hundred feet below on one side, deep valleys and soaring mountains on the other.

        Some people walk the whole way, carrying their kit and sleeping next to the trail but most work out a length that suits them for a day hike. You are never really a long way from the beaches and tourist spots but it feels like it and sometimes after a couple of hours or so alone, perhaps having seen bear scat or a snake, you are glad to see a two-legged figure in the distance.

        Not always, however, as I found out the last time I was there. I had set off quite early one midweek day fairly sure I wouldn’t see anyone for a few miles when, for some reason, I looked back and there about half a mile away was a figure in black who, when he saw me stop, stopped too. It seemed odd, particularly when I started again and the black figure started too.

        I put it out of my mind until further on, when I reached a place with a long view, I stopped again and looked back. There he was again. After a few more steps he stopped too, keeping the same distance between us. I tried walking quicker. After ten minutes the gap between us stayed the same.

        I now found I couldn’t laugh it off and with every step taking me further from home I decided to get this over at a place of my choosing. Entering a grove of trees, I stopped. My shadower couldn’t see me so I waited. A few minutes later I saw a slight movement and suddenly there he was. Only it wasn’t a he. It was a she and she looked startled when she saw me.

        “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I stammered out. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” “It’s ok. I’ve been trying to keep a distance between us.” So that was it: like me she had wanted to feel alone. We fell into step and, as I always do after a few sentences, I asked “What do you do?” I’ve found that when people talk about their work, however humdrum it seems from the outside, the details are almost always interesting.

        “I’m a stalker,” she said. I was flabbergasted. What could it mean? A debt collector? Shadower in divorce cases? “You mean you do this for a living?” I asked. “Yes, four days a week,” she said. This was too good to miss: I could write a column about it, I thought.

        “What kind of stalking do you do?” I asked. “Mostly car parts,” came the answer. It took a moment before it was clear. “Oh, you’re a stocker,” I said. “Of course,” she answered. “What did you think I said?” I was too ashamed to reply. Or even tell anyone else outside my family. Until now.


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Reg Green is an economics journalist who was born in England and worked for the Daily Telegraph, The Guardian and The Times of London. In his spare time he wrote about jazz for the Telegraph, sharing the paper’s coverage with Philip Larkin, wrote a column on soccer and reviewed books on European history. He emigrated to the US in 1970 and in time started an investment newsletter.

His life changed course in 1994 when his seven-year old son, Nicholas, was shot in an attempted robbery while on a family vacation in Italy. He and his wife, Maggie, donated Nicholas’ organs and corneas to seven Italians, a decison that stimulated organ donation around the world and is known as “the Nicholas Effect.” Reg wrote a book, also called The Nicholas Effect, which was the basis of the television movie, “Nicholas’ Gift,” starring Alan Bates and Jamie Lee Curtis.

He has five other children varying in age from 24 to 59. At 91, he continues to work full-time to bring attention to the hundreds of thousands of lives that have been lost because of the shortage of donated organs and, when not traveling, hikes every day in the Southern California mountains. His most recent book is 90 and Not Dead Yet.


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