Sam had spent his morning at the Justice Center, across Canyon Boulevard not far from my office, waiting less than patiently to testify at an assault trial. That's why he had insisted that
our rendezvous take place on the Boulder Creek trail near the criminal courts. I didn't often cross Canyon during a workday; most days the wide road felt like too daunting a barricade for pedestrian transit with too
little reward waiting on the other side.