portent addendum

Driving back from the grocery store, we notice a man walking up the steps of his porch. He is long haired, shirtless, with some sort of tattoo on his back. Vanessa and I are both watching him, in that way you watch your neighbors when they emerge from their dens: recognizing, ok, you, it's you who lives in close proximity to me. Then Vanessa says, is that a gun? And yes, we see, the man has some sort of rifle tucked under his arm. It's sleek and silvery and looks freshly polished.* Its these times we need to remind ourselves we live in Indiana.

*Lest you worry, it seemed likely it was hunting related, and he did not appear hurried or distressed.