three minutes into the drive, we passed the old man and his kids walking down the side of the road. i'd be happy if it just came back with "working..." or something to indicate that my clicking on post comments had been noticed by the system. i leaped from the dinner table and raced out onto the porch. it’s strange because they have never been exactly friendly towards one another but now they are practically sitting on top of each other. i like to play with that eggy moment in a room full of strangers before a workshop starts. 