How nice to be a crazy person

I took the bus home tonight from my screening, and this guy with a Buffalo Soldiers jacket and hat starts talking to me out of the blue about how he is studying to become a Shriner, which involves studying masonry and math, he said (I asked). He had three Shriner-related rings, although he said one was not actually made by the Shriners. Then he started talking about the Buffalo Soldiers, the oldest of whom was 105 (he said), and the Tuskegee Airmen. He said the latter were “mostly black.” All black, I said. From his coat and hat it looked kind of like the Buffalo Soldiers were a sports team. He got off at my stop, said goodbye. Anyway, I don’t know if he was crazy or merely very eccentric, but the nice thing is that either way you don’t need preamble. You can just start talking to anyone anywhere about whatever is in your head that you feel like talking about.