As you might imagine, it was a complete non-event. I ate my food without having a psychic break because I occasionally
But there is something to stomping grounds -- your old haunts, your past pathways, your spent trajectories. There was a feeling assigned to that space -- good or bad, stressful or relaxed. They exist, only in our minds.
Now, if you didn't do anything but eat above-average veggie sandwiches in those spaces, you probably won't notice. But what if you were really excited and hopeful because you'd just gotten a fancy new job the first time you walked into Pop's Hotdog Barn or Finnegan's Alleyway, featuring Finnegan's secret-sauce BBQ ribs? How happy would you be to go back to those places?
Where am I going with this? I dunno. I think I made my (obvious) point. I could have written about the crazy guy on the sidewalk today shouting "Thank you! Good night!" to passing cars. Kind of a short post, but that guy did add a bit of whimsy to my current stomping ground.