I watched the couple. They were maybe 200 yards away along River Rd under the river overlook next to the Galt House. From the 2nd Deck of the Mary M. Miller, inside, and at that distance they didn’t see me. Passing headlights didn’t keep them from embracing and I wondered casually if she’d go on her knees.
She didn’t before I lost interest and kept on with my rounds.
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of signs n rumors of signs
Outside of Murfreesboro at a truck stop. I paid cash for an Apple Danish and an ill-advised ham and turkey sandwich. The woman at the checkout was complaining about the lack of spare change. I told her about the quarter shortage and how no one is spending it, and how a lot of businesses moved to cashless payments. She shook her head and said “Lord yes. It’s true. That’s in the Bible.” She told me to be careful as I left. She was very earnest.
quips once overheard in a bar are sometimes useful
The tee tod totaller flashed a tired looking badge he could’ve gotten out of a Cracker Jack(T) box or off a corpse. It’s so difficult to tell these days who’s an undercover and who’s just semi-retired security guard who couldn’t leap frog the psychological tests. He was annoyed by my lack of being impressed. The young woman with him maintained a nervous smile. Like she’d seen this before. I wasn’t being paid enough to care either way and I’m too old to think courtesy towards a questionable badge puts any positive energy into the world. Let them get free coffee with their sack of burgers. I told him he needed a ticket to get into the Urban Utility and Militia Expo and that there was no outside food. He was fuming. I shrugged. That’s ok, I said. It’s every man’s God-given right to get the side-eye from his wife.