I get home late, and no milk for tomorrow’s coffee sends me to the corner store to provision up. Something has just happened. There are guys pacing around, an undissipated energy, like the dust devils of cigarette butts that sometimes dance in the gutter. I push through them, I’m on a mission. But I can’t help but hear the conversation:

“ I think he was approaching me in a respectful manner. I do.”
“Man, he had a baseball bat! I don’t know, I think that’s kind of physical.”

I can’t help but grin at them. I’m going to miss this like crazy. I'm going to Burning Man and returning after Labor Day. I hope everyone has a wonderful end of summer.