Did I mention his nose is beet red?

At least his hands are in his pockets. Gloves TBD.

What would his mother think?

Boy. At bus stop. Shorts. No hat (hair wet). Canvas sneaks. Zip-up hoodie.

Snow falling. At least an inch has accumulated. 23 degrees. And a little windy.

Overheard: Well, not mine.

"I feel like it's so different because for our parents in college the drinking age was 18."

I mean you had to know it was happening...

The girl next to me has a hickey. 16-year old trophy style.

Overheard: Oh right. You wouldn't know what it means to be slimed.

"Seriously? 'cause like back in the day Nickelodeon was what you watched when Disney Channel wasn't on."

Overheard: It'll work for you one day, buddy.

"You see, I was an Eagle Scout so I'm always prepared."

Well at least I have this huge table all to myself.

Turns out the only place more dead than the library on Thursday night...

is the library on Friday night.