Well, I’m here for no good reason, other than to say “YO,” John Wayne style. And the only reason I’m thinking about John Wayne is because I just finished a walk and it was humid and I could hear this voice saying, “Well, Sister, there’s no reason to be thinkn’ about slowing down. – Just lace those shoes up; lace ’em up tight.”

So I was walking and grinning and I think more than a couple of porch-sitters watched me approach and pass by and thought, “That one’s got a crazy side to her.” I considered unzipping each leg of my convertible pants half off to provide some cooling ventilation, but figured maybe I’d better let folks have some time to get used to thinking of me as harmlessly crazy. I didn’t want them right off the bat calling the men in the white coats.

Then when I turned in the driveway and entered the kitchen via the vestibule, I am certain a shadowy figure in a trench coat handed me a glass of raspberry lemonade and said with a nod, “Here’s looking at you, kid.”