Today was my son's 16th birthday. After dinner, we decided to go see Thor. It wasn't as good as the first one, and worse than all the avengers movies. Still, it was watchable, just not all that good, you know? So anyway, afterward, I had the kids drive home and I ran home. My wardrobe consisted of crocs, jeans, golf shirt, and a pullover. It was a nice night, and by 11 pm, Parrish Lane traffic is pretty light. I was hoping to get stopped by a cop for behaving in a suspicious manner, but nobody seemed to notice.