Some Need The Madding Crowd Some Don't

 

It be Sunday morning. Nonoy has his radio so loud it is mostly just noise. Up the road in Lumhodville the karaoke has a bass so strong it comes right through our cement walls. Below us other noise machines add to the cacophony. Just your usual Sunday morning.

Still and all, it's better than a Sunday morning in the Gaza Strip, or the Ukraine. Nobody is shooting at us; we have food and shelter plus electricity and the web.

Guess I'll just slip on my headphones and find my dock.

The Green Man