It started in Hilton Head, SC, at Java Joe's. Quiet morning, early sun and a day that would heat up to 100 degrees further inland. But, I was there on the beach. So I hopped on my bike and wandered south on North Beach to the square. Early mornings bring out the best of every culture.
People seem much more tolerant.
Today was another validation of that. It was the only store open and well before their store-front posted hours. The aging, long haired British looking gentleman with whom I had exchanged a courteous head-nod earlier was now standing in the coffee shop, java in hand, staring out at the waking beach village. A cough from behind jolted me back to the bike, as I hit the curb and initiated a late attempt to hop it. Fortunately, the bike cleared and I was now heading straight for Joe's shop.