If I had a Camera... and some eavesdropping

Eavesdropping... redeemed?

It's true. I should not have this material to share with you... at least, if I was a polite person, I wouldn't, seeing as how it was gained through the very rude habit of overhearing... so I shall pose the following as advice... which will make my rudeness also a little helpful, thus bringing me back to neutral, as far as how valuable I am as a person.

Here is my advice: if you are a male law student, and you are very obviously on a getting-to-know-you date with a gracious, younger-than-you female law student, do not start a story with "Women are crazy! This one client of mine..."

Also, don't tell her that you keep beer in your mini-fridge at work to help you cope with your pregnant co-worker.

I really didn't want to be there... overhearing like that. But, for a variety of reasons, I was stuck there... trying to make it seem as though my book, History of the German Reich, was what had me giggling.
Probably not convincing. Reichs are quite sobering, really.

Cameras...

Things I would have documented today: a car full of balloons, two boys racing in their yard, a half-eaten peach and evening's heavy, slanted light... spilling through my bedroom window... I used to see such light pierce through trees and leaves, falling over a deep creek, climbing up steep hills. A person ought to go in search of such a sight. I'm glad it comes to me...