On my long walk with puppy Scampi two days ago, I had two strange encounters that puzzled me no end. Several times, when people would stop to admire nervous little Scampi and tenderly put their hand out for him to tentatively sniff — these were old people, grandparents, likely, of incoming IU students — their companions, both young and old, would stare at me strangely. Really weird. Just continuous staring, with no interaction whatsoever. The likely grandparents however, were effusive, and we had great little chats.
Then yesterday, during my doldrums, I realized, ommigod I had on my Rebels of Disclosure tee-shirt! Maybe that’s why?
Oh well!
Oh hell!
As long as I’m in a swearing mood . . .
