There’s a Bible in the window at Phyllis’ Barber Shop. There’s a homeless guy taking a navy shower in the drinking fountain by the dog park. There are a whole lot of people juggling Egg McMuffins, cell phones and steering wheels as they navigate the dirty streets.
And suddenly it all stops for a moment when a foxy lady crosses the street. “Have a good day,” I say—just the kind of salutation one might expect from a dorky guy in a bike helmet.
The litter along the sidewalk is always Church’s Chicken and the burning in my legs suggests I might be getting a little exercise as I take it all in.
Happy Friday, everyone. I hope you get as much as out of yours as I hope to get out of mine.