So Julie and I were walking down Craig street, and there was this little yappy dog, like a Bichon Frise or something, in this big white car. He was jumping all over the place. Then all of a sudden, all the lights are flashing, the horn’s honking, and the trunk pops open. And the little dog’s still in there, yappin' away, completely oblivious to the fact that he just somehow set off the car alarm.

Then, a few minutes later, I’m walking down Fifth, and this guy rides by, in a grey pinstripe suit. He reminded me of the (former) minister at my old church back home. And he’s riding this bike with wheels about eight inches tall. I think it was pink, too, or maybe that’s just my imagination.

And I said to myself, “What a wonderful world.”