Springtime in the city of the power of evil. Everyone seems very exhilarated, loud, and not infrequently, stoned. I expect that the clouds of vapor at the streetcorners will increase in the coming weeks.
When I moved here at the turn of the millennium, I ran in the park and rode my bike everywhere. There were a good number of folks doing that at the time, but now things have been raised to another level entirely. Platoons of bikers and runners course through the streets and the park lanes in the evenings -- undoubtedly revenue streams for the marketers and organizers, and networking opportunities for all involved.
Apparently, Scotty's still working on the transporter issues. Hopefully, I'll be able to survive a bit of time among the dark souls ennervated and enlivened by the springtime.
Historically, a difficult time for a son of man.