Saturday, August 4

Phew!  It was hot; our faithful late afternoon breeze was absent.  The shade was well occupied.  An annual art exhibit had filled the South courthouse lawn all day; so the street parking was full and we were less visible initially. The ten of us received quizzical looks and a few conversations arose as patron and artists walked by.  One man found common ground in in geography - having been born in the same hospital as one of our regulars.  He spoke of being in Phoenix, Arizona during the baly-hooed lead up to invading Iraq; said he'd one to a protest there and found it was all a jumble.  Except for the Methodists - they were well organized.  - at least that was the reported conversation.  Maybe it lost substance in the passing along.  I was engaged in conversation as to the merits of urban living relative to small towns.