We were in a park. A darned nice park, secluded, overlooking the ocean. Up walks a guy we’ll call Larry (I like to give strangers names, I find that it makes my snap judgments about them more personal). Now, there are lots of reasons why people may seek out a spot like this. Dog-walking seemed popular, there were some nature-seekers and first-cup-of-the-morning coffee drinkers. I saw angry people who seemed to be intent on meditating who clearly thought the park was theirs and viewed us as trespassers. But this is a story about Larry and people who share his specific defect.