Sleepy college town. Summer. A few grad students coming in, looking frazzled–trying to finish those dissertations by August. Mostly the place is quiet. Two college aged guys (barristas) talk about Malcolm Gladwell–it makes me happy to see that there are still conversations about ideas among young men. This supports my thesis, long held, that boys will talk seriously only when they think no one will actually hear them.
I was also happy to notice that they weren’t using the word “like” –how wondrous!
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 