Pedestrians

Out of the fog this morn, while shuttling around felons in training, came several things of interest.

First among all the political folk with their candidate signs was a man with one that said simply, "Fire 'Em All."

Second was a covey of fat little quail.

Third was a buck. Young. Little nubs of fuzzy antlers.

All of these made me tap the breaks, making sure it was the break and not the gas.

The same could not be said had I happened to come across Phil Kline.