My front neighboor, who's a Vietnam Vet, went to some sort of a parade yesterday.

I was tending the garden when he came back. With a strange look in his face.
I thought he was concern and reflective. He was also a cop in NY for 20 years.
A lot to reflect on.

He crossed the street to my house, and I thought he needed someone to vent.

"You hungry?. he said. "I'm always hungry".
"Skip dinner, we're BBQing."
"Cool, you want something from the supermarket?. I got wine and some beer."
"I'm good. Change of clothes, that's all".
It's like around 6:30PM. "What time Joe?".
"In 15 OK?". "Super."

What a good time. And I was waiting for a sad story.
Never try to guess what someone is thinking.