Odd encounters

Last night, at about 10:30, I was still up when there was a rapitty-rap-rap on the side of the Rolling Steel Tent. I was surprised but not alarmed. I had heard what sounded like three or four young people approaching, chatting and laughing, enjoying the night. One of them knocked as they passed by. What was knock about? Don’t know, don’t really care. No harm was done.

Then today, as I was hanging out in a beach parking lot, I happened to turn my head to look out the rear window at the exact moment a woman drove by flashing a peace sign (not the British version of the middle finger). Was her greeting meant for me? Was she another Californian welcoming me to their state? Probably not, but hey, I’m all for peace and good vibes.