Yesterday morning, walking to our neighborhood coffee house, the true neighborhood hub, connecting folks from all walks of life, looking for my daily coffee fix, I was tricked out in my summer-wear: faded, purple bandana and bright green shirt. Passing a neighbor, one of the "lit up ones,"
(and when I say "lit up ones," I mean this particular human seems to be either transmitting or receiving signals from a distant galaxy), he takes one look at me and blurts out:
"Magic Carpet Ride!" That works!