Folk music plays as heads rapidly turn left and right, chewing pieces of popcorn. The music makes my skin tingle. I come in reeking of beer. I come in after a day of walking in the sun and heat. After destroying my pride enough to hitch hike, I was picked up by an antique dealer who gently placed my broken cabled bicycle in the back of his truck, on top of old croquet sets covered in coal dust from being in a coal burning basement. The man’s voice reminded me of Vince, it was so gentle, I felt love for his kindness.

Eight eagles soared in the sky at once. Is that possible? What a strange day that my plans had no control over. Take me where you want me great God.