My amble west on the Mall was interrupted by the light at Broadway. I somehow ended up standing between two strollers. One of the strollers was a double that was about the size of my first
car. The women who were pushing the large-wheeled behemoths continued the conversation they'd been having as though I wasn't there. It was something about sun and hair mixed in with something about flying to
Frankfurt on Lufthansa. I assumed I'd missed an important transition in their discussion.