On: the commute home (Sherlock Tech - Day 2)

When I parked this evening the garage was full but when I left it was just my bug, my SM's truck and car with a broken back window.

I took Salmon, drove past a men's clothing store with an elegant neon sign. (A paradox in terms?) It has a tipped bowler over the store's name (John SomethingSomething) and the bottom the word: Haberdasher. I said the word out loud to myself as I went past: ha-ber-da-sh-er.
I feel like that word was Double Bind this summer at SSC for some reason. I have a memory of John Tourtellotte saying it. Haberdasher.

Then, when I was on SW Natio, I sat at a red light for a moment before I felt that pull you feel when someone is looking at you. I turned to my right and in the car next to me were two friendly looking, handsome, 30-something men, both looking at me. I smiled a little and waved a little and they both smiled widely and waved back. It wasn't creepy or off putting at all. The street was totally empty and three of us just said hello.

Then Powell was utterly empty and I just glided right on through.