I sat a picnic table outside a tavern in the neighborhood on a weekend afternoon. My ale tasted flat. I'd brought my journal along but wasn't feeling it. A man down the sidewalk came into view. I recognized him as one of the local homeless men but he wasn't a member of the Old Crow Book Club. We'd met a few times and he always polite and intense.
Yes I “liked” this but to be honest truly I loved it:)