Recently, I visited the Walkway Over the Hudson. It’s a gorgeous bridge, and on a nice day it’s a space for many to enjoy quality time with their loved ones, or perhaps some exercise.
For better or worse, my day would be defined by an encounter at the steps of the bridge by a gas station where I went to get something to drink. There was also a police car parked nearby. As I ascended the stairs, two men walked by, one proclaiming first his dissatisfaction with the police, then for the bridge I was heading toward. I uttered something to the effect of, “Have a nice day, man.”