I’m walking my white standard poodle Zsa Zsa at the disk golf course on 13th Street, near the Highway Patrol station. Without knowing it I’m on the radar of a Christian missionary dude who zones in on me like a deer fly on wet skin.

He hands me a small card that states some truism about life, and asks me if I know who said that, and I’m standing there, the dog circling around us, and I’m blanking.

He gives me a hint, saying, “J.C.”, and I’m thinking to myself, “Julius Caesar said that?” And he meant Jesus Christ. Jesus! And now with a slight shift into The Big Lebowski: “You said it, man!”