Saturday I left the house in late morning. Downtown was still sleepy as though shaking off the effects of a bad tourist season. I parked in an empty lot facing fourth street south that was reserved for clients of such and such. I sat on the hood of the car facing south and counted beads for breaths. A couple of people said good morning. I got impatient with the last few beads and said mantra for some people that are genuinely hurting, like the old homeless man pushing a cart with a hundred bungee cords. I picked up trash and bottles around the whole lot to where it borders with parking for the Holocaust Museum, and then drove over to park on Central Avenue where i looked at used shoes and then I headed down to the Mainsail art show which is bigger than ever. People were mobbing all over the place. The work i saw looked good and the people viewing it seemed knowledgeable.