I think best when I'm alone.
So I was out for my daily solo stroll through downtown the other day, searching yet again for the answer to my conundrum du jour -- whether to continue rooting for the Reds or move on to more exciting ways of passing time. Say, like jabbing a toothpick through the roof of my mouth.
I found my solution on Sixth Street, right in front of the Murray Bros. candy store where I always buy my lunch (two Doscher's Famous Chocolate French Chews and a man-sized handful of Goetze's Caramel Cremes).
That's where I saw him. Moving dream-like through a low-hanging cloud of bus fumes walked a thin man of average height, wearing jeans, …