The Skimmer and I took the long way to Short North, all the way up High Street.
At a red light near Ohio State, this came on the radio.
“If you weren’t in the car, I would be absolutely blaring this.”
“Well, then, I’m here to save you from yourself.”
I turned it up.
“What? What did you say? I can't hear you.”
And then it was as if everyone on the sidewalks around us -- walking alone or with friends, some serious, some laughing; all wind blown, all red-nosed – were all heading their own way, all in their own way.