Huh. Just yesterday at the local Pride parade event, I met a guy, looked familiar. "You don't remember me. You bought me lunch when I was new in town, sat with me, listened to me. Gave me $40. I remember you."

Instead of homeless, now he's employed and has a girlfriend. She's a nice lady! Chatted with my wife while we caught up.

Anyway, I felt happy about that. Happy the rest of the day. Nothing more for me in it at all. Kind of the opposite.