Smith in 1928 or so, hard to mistake where she was.
People are objects.
I was pleased to think no one knows where I am. I, located, thought that, as an electron shouldering past thin slits might, or photon, its electronically enhanced trace physicist's snapshot. Seems they could, or act as if they could, go through both making interference patterns that are not psychological. I badgered Jim into carrying his cash in his pocket, not a briefcase as he'd planned. Salt Lick Press accounts reduced to currency, all those rest stops, diners, no padlock even on the truck.