“While I’m walking to my office, down the narrow, putatively charming streets, Iliff, Albright, Bashford, lined with two story cape-cod-style houses, the bulk of these monstrosities too big for the lots, crowding out the vestigial front yards so that they are too small for any children to play catch on, let alone mount a three on three touch football game, if any children can be induced to look up from Playstation 7 or X3-Box long enough to consider an actual sport involving sticks and balls instead of VR goggles and gamer gloves, I see jogging past me a woman, attractive, freckled face, tanned clavicle, lycra T-shirt.”