As a sort of afterthought appended to a busy day of chores and errands, I took the Atlantis out for a spin on the Minuteman. The spin turned into single-minded cranking, and I was making whizzy time until I slowed down to give the throngs their due (and not be
that cyclist). I stopped at the pump house to take the picture that I would have otherwise forgotten.
While I was standing around, I took a photographic sampling of the throng, sample size = 1. Oddly enough, he was pretty typical, although the parent-child pairs that I didn't photograph were modally significant.
Helicopters were looking for the bear.
I looked too, but couldn't find him.
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