It hit me one night about a week after the fact.
I was sitting in the courtyard of a northwest condo complex, picking the last tasty morsels of lobster out of the delicious creature's claw with a plastic fork. There were a few dozen other people milling about around me, most dressed in nice collared shirts, sun dresses and other semi-formal attire. Not my usual crowd, but a comfortable setting to say the least. It was a cool summer evening and I was lost in my thoughts.
"Are you Lawrence?"