Out on the street, checking on some of my homeless friends in the heat; I saw two guys walking down an alley.
They saw me. And they immediately turned their hands into drinking cups in the air, making movements like they were swallowing something from a glass.
Rolling my window down, I called, “What are you two doing?”
One answered, “We’re hoping you have Gatorade.”
The other one nodded. “Please tell …