A Baby? Some Groceries? Maybe Drugs…

I shouldn’t have worn a hat. You never can trust the weather here, though. I am listening to Prince. A Babushka eyes my hat suspiciously as she rolls by. She is wearing a raspberry beret; the kind you’d find at a second hand store. Life is weird, I think. Up ahead, a man is trying to find the sidewalk. He swoops left, then right. He … Continue reading A Baby? Some Groceries? Maybe Drugs…