Walking at 7:40 P.M.

It’s a “summer night” on October 29th.  The air almost to a point of viscousity, clinging to you and slimily coating every exposed object, darkly.  As the Iz and I are walking, three scooter riding shapes emerge from the veil of humidity, and one of the shapes falls. Because of the thickness of the night, I offer up as commentary, “Now there’s an adventurous bunch.”

As my path takes me right upon the group, three or four steps after my comment, I cannot even make out their faces, but one of the shapes, evidently the father, states “Yeah, I guess this is kind of dangerous.” I inwardly chuckled and offered in response “No, no you’re out in the dark on scooters with no lights, that’s great, enjoy the night, have fun,” without breaking my stride and continuing on my way.

When I was four or five strides beyond the three intrepid scooter riders, a young voice pipes up “That guy was cool!,” this time I chuckled aloud.

The sad thing about this, is, the kid got it, but the dad has been so conditioned to zero tolerance for almost anything, he thought my initial comment was a reprimand.

I’m heading to the front porch, with a beer, and a two hour stogie.  I’ll probably need another beer after awhile.

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