Tuesday, Early Afternoon.

I played a little ditty while a little boy played walrus dentist with two silver pick-up-sticks. The wire-haired beast's teeth were in bad shape, I suppose. A grandmother was reading files and thought about her granddaughter's book report being unfinished. She dialed eleven numbers from memory and asked to speak to me. Ditty ended, I answered. "Yes", I said, I would help her read Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Missing Dinosaur Bones. And spell check her paragraphs. Little boy wanted to know who that was. They don't like to think they aren't most important. None of us do. We are going to put the fifty United States of America together to make up for my disloyalty.