I was just riding past the Dougherty Arts Center on the bus. They’re currently having their summer art classes. Lot and lost of kids everywhere. Teachers in the parking lot, checking kids off the list as the parade of Volvo Station Wagons, and Subaru Outbacks drop them off. Then I noticed in the back yard, in the very farthest corner a little kid was sitting. One of the teachers came and sat down to talk to him. Probably to try to get him to give the other kids another try and go talk to them. Poor kid. Doesn’t even fit in at the art camp. He’s definitely going to be Goth when he grows up.