About a week ago, I was biking to work around 8 a.m. - and since the students are still away the streets are pretty sleepy at that hour - when this Randall Bramblett-lookin' dude who had just parked his old pickup truck on the street hopped out of the driver's seat, reached into the back of the truck, and held out an ear of corn as I biked past. He said "Want this ear of corn?" It caught me off guard, and when caught off guard I always reflexively go with the situation (a practice that has gotten me into trouble from time to time). I said "Sure thing," without even braking, and held out my hand. He slipped the corn into my palm like a zen bartering from the edge of civilization.
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