March 27, 2016:
Gorgeous in her company uniform. Navy blue with gold and white stripes, business skirt knee length, stockings, perfect legs up across two seats. It's an attractive gate.
Shiny shiny gold, gold-on-blue, looking around to find the consciousness staring holes into her shiny shiny head. Mine, behind her, unable to turn away.
"San Joes, San Joes," says Little League Tyke, apparently seriously, uncorrected by any adult in earshot.