Sunday, April 1, 2018 6:51 AM

Walking to the bus stop, I hear the bird songs change as the sun rises. Three cats, lined up on a stone wall, munch on walnuts that someone has laid out for them. I kick a fallen orange down the road until it crosses an intersection and is squashed by a car. My bus, through the Industrial Zone where all the startups roost and on to the marina, is nearly empty. It looks like any techies awake at this hour have been up all night.