It's spring, and people are wandering about the campus in shorts and T-shirts (temperature about 60). Every so often I think of a Mansfield resident who is well-known to a lot of us. He's a tall, thin man who walks constantly up and down the roads, speaking to an unseen companion. Rumor has it that he watched his best friend get killed in Vietnam and has never been the same since.
We have a lot of that here, but it's cell phones, the kind that look like a small pack of chewing gum attached to the ear. People walk along, having a loud, one-sided conversation, totally oblivious to the idea that they might look and sound weird. Apparently one must speak loudly for these things to work because the users often attract my attention, even from a distance of 30 yards or more.
We ought to buy one of these for the guy in Mansfield. We don't even have to put a battery in it. Then he'll look normal.
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