Two elderly ladies appear, strolling toward you each leading a dachshund on a long leash. You elude possible entanglement, and regain momentum while displaying your buns of steel to your advantage. No other greeting is required. You are a pillar of the Arcata community, who often speaks up at City Council meetings. You are taking a magisterial stroll in the same area, west of Klopp Lake.
Subsistence fishing proceeds undisturbed.
You will receive credit for an imaginative act of charity, while not actually breaking any laws. And you can discourse at length about the niggardliness of Americans toward their erstwhile wartime allies. You are a transient young lady named Susannah, who is bathing in the pond near the H Street marsh entrance. You have piled your clothes on the bench there, to which you have tied your dog. You espy an elderly man peeping at you through the blackberry bushes.