I had an interesting visual this morning. As I was turning onto Jackson, I saw a runner, in a t-shirt, running shorts, running shoes, and so forth, round the corner at a heavy clip. He slowed down, panting and perspiring, reached into the pocket of his running shorts, pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, and lit up. He took a deep drag and then started walking.
I couldn’t add to that one if I tried!