I write this as I patiently stand in line for tacos, a late dinner. Most others in this line are also dicking with their smart phones. The song playing in the background goes, "arms and legs, bacon and eggs." The lyrics are clever, but make my stomach grumble. Paris Moffer contacted me a couple years back wanting to be photographed. Only problem was that she was seventeen. I felt it prudent to wait until she was of legal age. So I did. Proof that there are times when your humble narrator can demonstrate patience. But right now, I don't want to wait. I want my tacos.