There’s a stretch of International Boulevard that I always try to avoid. It’s that busy stretch that runs from about 30th to the big High Street intersection. There are an awful lot of pedestrians and an awful lot of crosswalks; and a lot of the folks prefer to wait not on the sidewalk, but out in the street. This brother is a perfect example. When I drove past him, I had to wonder whether or not he actually cared about his toes, because six inches closer to the curb, and I would have driven them right off.