Yesterday afternoon, I was cutting across the backlot behind our apartment building, a big empty jug in hand, heading over to the local micro-brewery to get it re-filled with Kombucha. That my friend is a very Progressive, Blue Bubble-type activity.
A woman was out walking her little black dog, a Boston Terrier (his name: "Shadow"), she took one look at me and declared:
"You are the Epitome of Summer Cool."
Yes, it's true, in my neighborhood folks often use words like: epitome.
What do you say to something like that? I smiled and muttered: "Hah!" Not exactly pithy, but it seemed to fit the scene. That is the first time in my life I have been accused of being the epitome of anything!
