Oh, hello.  I wasn't expecting to encounter a rooster.  I'd taken a different route to get across town.  A rooster on the parking strip was unexpected, I could hear the hens talking in the backyard behind me.  Something slightly intimidating about roosters, I find, even those behind bars. 

Walking and wondering.  An unexpected memory surfaced when I passed a grapefruit tree earlier in the route, laden with fruit, there was a grapefruit tree in my grandmother's backyard in Sacramento, which then caused my mind to wander over to my other grandmother who used to eat half a grapefruit at breakfast. More thoughts floated through... do people still eat grapefruit for breakfast?  Or was that a generational thing?