Nervous Energy (Early Mid-July)

No clash of civilizations, but rather a civilized clash

On Thursdays—I think it’s every Thursday—a sort of farmer’s market or street fair is set up in the hospital where my father is staying, where he has been staying the past few months, the circumstances of his hospitalization, its cause and its outcome, being another story entirely. The market or fair is a bit of local color, a daub in what would otherwis…