While walking to campus this afternoon, I was ‘excuse me’d buy a burly young guy in non-synthetic clothes on a heavily laden bicycle. In the reasonable tones of someone looking for Zingermans, he asked me if I had any interest in a bible? I told no thanks. He nodded, curtly but with knowing sympathy. “Very few do”. And rode away down the sidewalk. There were a lot of people at the intersection. I’m honoured he chose me for that little routine.