Bones stopped next to me. “What are you doing, Lump? Are we waiting for a bus or something?” 

“Yeah, the J line is a direct route to Yogi’s junkyard,” I said sarcastically. 

“Awesome! You think kids ride for free?” I almost felt bad for him.

“Bones, there’s no bus. Look around. Everyone’s dressed different, but something else is really odd about these people and I can’t figure out what it is.” 

Bones looked around, too. “Oh I see, Lump.”

Something told me he did not see what I saw. Bones had always had a different way of looking at things. 

“Everybody’s looking up, Lump! They’re all paying attention. People are nodding at each other and smiling. They’re even watching where they’re going, not one person has tripped! Look at the lady walking the dog, she’s talking to her dog. And those two guys just passed each other and said hello. Wow, Lump, you’re right. No phones!” 

Typical Bones. He had figured it all out in less than five seconds and then given me the credit. I wouldn’t have figured that out in a million years. 

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