I was sitting in Golden Gate Park among the giant trees contemplating the ups and downs of the construction industry focusing mainly on the downs.
I liked the greenery, the peace, and majesty here in the park. In the distance, the drum circle people were practicing their rhythmical beats. Drum circling had carried over from the sixties. It was a great day to be off. I had picked up a watermelon, cut into and found that I had gotten lucky. It was good and sweet and helping to make this Saturday pretty much perfect. I had cut it right down the middle, and I was trying to figure out what to do with the other half when I saw a homeless guy walking nearby.
“Hey, Guy!” I said.
He turned to look at me.
“Would you like this watermelon? It’s way more than I can eat.”
He smiled at me…
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