The other day I looked out the window to see my neighbor punching a man who'd been living with him for months as the man sat in the driver's seat of his Camaro. I considered calling the police, but I did not.
Tonight the same neighbor was in the street with his sons, loudly encouraging them to race on foot and with a scooter. He sounded like a good father. He sounded like he gave a damn.
Sometimes the twilight in summer makes you reconsider the vast variety of ways we have learned to be human.