Probably my favorite couple in Carrboro. It’s always nice to see them out. Married for thirty years. Dated for three weeks. Excuse me. Three and a half weeks. They make a point of adding that half on there as if we will say, “oh, and a half! Well, then you didn’t really rush on in, did you? You waited an extra three or four days. That’s showing some restraint.”
(aside: this morning I witnessed a clutch of sparrows greedily picking at the hork splatter left by some drunk the night before in the HT parking lot. it is a sign.)