June 7, 2019:
Tall brunette, thin, lovely straight hair. Sharp profile, Cherokee nose, eyes shut, ignoring your camera. She's a fine singer, her band has played lunchtime concerts. I have a massive crush on her, which I express to her exactly never.
Stocky little Boy Scout, hornrims, drawn-on mustache in orange. He's always kind, always, even in your depths of misery he has good-natured things to say.
Small girl, fragile, frail. Quiet, I don't know her. I know none of them well.