On a Saturday evening

Flashback.
Lunchtime in my training days.
Doodling in a corner of this very branch of MacAdees.
Alone.

Now.
Dinnertime before jam practice.
What an opportunity to be here as the wireless is too terrible at home to get some on-call work done.
Alone.

My dad brought up the fact am I not afraid coming here alone and risking someone coming right up to me and grab my laptop.
I had to muffle a laugh and told him this is the common sight everywhere.
Much safer than leaving a laptop in the car.


What transpire from that conversation is the thought that,

'Boy, he really doesn't know how much time I spent alone outside.'