Michael Czyzniejewski

Bella and I were driving toward downtown and saw this guy with long curly red hair and a yellow headband and matching yellow wristbands walking toward us on the sidewalk. He was really humping, striding with his shoulders as much as with his legs, big steps, his head moving back and forth like he was chanting No no no no no over and over again. Bella and I cracked smiles. I said, “Looks like he has some place to be,” and Bella said, “That’s what you got from that.