I enjoy observing. We introverts are watchers. We see and contemplate what we have seen. We want to be part of the crowd. Part of the In Group and the Cool Kids. When I was a lad, all the boys liked blue jeans. I did not care for denim. I wore slacks. Where did the hats go? There is a plethora of caps but not hats. The man or woman who wears a hat stands apart. Once, you wore coordinated clothing, no brown shoes, and black trousers. Now it is free-for-all with good reason. Men always took their hats/caps off in the house. My friend from first grade, Jackie, forgot to take his hat off, and the teacher would admonish him to take his hat off in the house and place it in the cloak room. I wondered why the teacher called the school the house and what a cloak was.

There were few tattoos in my youth; today’s youth have tattoos. A Venezuelan man was arrested for having a tattoo in honor of his brother and autism. Are tattoos now illegal?

‘They marched him through the streets with blood dripping in his eyes from his head wounds,’ Mother said. ‘Laughed they did and spit on him while mocking him,’ Mother continued. ‘He walked bowed over to the waist with no defense or response to the torture,’ Mother cried.
‘Preacher said to give the government what was theirs and give God what is his,’ Child said. ‘He admonished us to think of a better kingdom,’ Child whispered. ‘Preacher held my hand when I was afraid and I felt safe,’ the Child cried.

‘Look for his followers, they have his appearance,’ the Centurian said. ‘You there…I have seen you with him,’ Centurian asked Fisherman. ‘Do not deny your affiliation with Preacher or I will frog march you through the streets like him,’ The Centurian demanded.
‘I do not know the man,’ the Fisherman said. ‘I have been on the seabank mending my nets and wondering what all the commotion was about,’ the Fisherman attested. ‘I would not know him if he stood before me,’ the Fisherman said as he spat on the ground.
‘America for Americans, the Leader cried with a gleam in his eyes. ‘Only those who look and act like us are acceptable as it was meant to be,’ the Leader said. ‘We are purifying the blood,’ the Leader danced on one foot and then the other.

Me too, when I was young and in school, kindergarten and 1st grade, it was called the cloak room.