Market St. at 3:07

I was driving towards 28th and a second interview when I saw two bikers bent over something on the street. It was a dead dog. White and miniature, it was stiff, in this running position. Freshly hit. I drove on and looked in my rearview window and saw this man pick up the dog, jam it under his arm, stride across the street, it looked like a bouquet of flowers. I saw the dead dog as a good omen.