I had a sudden vision of me as an old man. I was riding a three-wheeled bike along a country road and stopping ever so often to sweep glass or debris off the verge. A police officer came by and warned me off but he couldn’t articulate exactly how I was breaking a law by cleaning things up. I said something snarky about needing a permit these days to have some pride in one’s neighborhood so he confiscated my broom. I don’t think I’ll become that guy but I can see in all the possible futures where I just might.