High winds in winter always make me think of ghosts. A Bannockburn for garbage cans this morning, strewn across the road. Last night no wind at all, just the kind of rain you only see in movies, teeming sheets in depth of field. Man at the crosswalk, waiting waiting, didn't think to press the button. I'm unemployed these days, he said, while I waited for the other shoe to drop. Two clerks at the liquor store: (1) This guy over here's so nice, he bought his wife a trip to every one of the Thousand Islands, (2) Yeah that's right, and she has to go to each one consecutively, all in a row. People always trying to talk to me, even when I'm only pretending to laugh.