By Richard Crespin

Up until that moment, I’d missed all the signs.

Earlier in the evening a few friends and I had met up for happy hour at a popular downtown DC restaurant.  Afterward, my friend Bill and I decided to grab a slice of pizza at the new Fuel Pizza that had opened up next door.  Just after we settled in, the assistant manager approached a nearby table where a young man had apparently fallen asleep.

I suddenly realized that everyone else in the restaurant had some connection to the sleeping man.  It was like a scene from a prairie dog den.  Before the assistant manager walked over everyone was hunkered down staring at their laptops screens, but when he came over they all popped their heads up and many moved as if they might intervene in the discussion.

That’s when I saw the signs.

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