This turns out to be a surprisingly nifty video. Watch it and you'll see what I mean. It demonstrates an important principle too.
Marianne and I were in Center City this morning, because we needed black envelopes, and on impulse had lunch at Parc. That's why she looks so happy above. She had a glass of white wine and I had a sazarac. Then three different types of oysters. And then lunch. We sat at a window table overlooking the Curtis Institute. Which is why I wasn't surprised to see a rather punkish-looking young man roller-skating purposefully down the middle of the street with a French horn case in one hand an a trumpet in the other.
If you know an adolescent mired in the Slough of Despond, tell 'em that I've been there and it gets better. Lots, lots better.
Above: I missed the color change AND the gorilla. I like to think it's because I'm admirably focused.