Digression 2: an Intermission

I have been outside reading for the last half hour. I have been outside reading by the lovely tree, and the *shrubbery* filled with inch worms. There was a pleasant smell, perfume found on a windowsill. But real. I have been outside reading James Joyce's "The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man". This is all well and fine. Two men were talking across the street in Italian. This may be trouble. But here's the highlight:

A man jogs by me on the sidewalk.
IT IS DANCING GABE!!!

He is bobbing his head to the music as if he can't contain himself. The music is coming from a pair of headphones - they are as big as hamburgers and bright yellow!

DANCING GABE.
JOGGING.
HUGE YELLOW HEADPHONES.