Midsummer’s Eve:
What could be more perfect than A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream on the very midsummer’s eve?

I was refilling an Oyster Card, the universal Mass Transit tender. The clerk behind the armored glass partition was friendly and joking. His name tag read, “Zia.”

“Zia? That right?” I asked.

“Yeah, what?”

“Sun, sun god, in New Mexico.”

“Oh, right right, Mexico, most people think it’s Italian.”

I just wish they spoke English the way the good lord intended it.