Anyway, I was having lunch today in Port Aransas (like that transition as if it’s a continuation of something else?) and some grackles showed up. I started breaking off pieces of my food and feeding the birds. So there I am... just... feeding the birds, making sure they were all getting some, and actually having a good time doing it. What? I think I had a glimpse into my future. Sitting there all, “I’m going to the park to feed my birds.” My friend RG was there and I’m telling him all this and I say, “Well, at least I haven’t starting naming them.” We sat there for a bit longer and one of the birds wandered by RG and he tried to scare it off. Then I yelled, “LEAVE PERCY ALONE!” and then I was like, “Oh shit. It’s happening.” Old-man-in-the-parkhood, here I come. I guess. At least they weren’t seagulls. Those things are trash.