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Thing was, he had to walk past me through the commons, down below where I lived, between me and the boat house to get to the bridge and back. I could watch him put-on-airs when he saw me, like a quick change artist on the fly.

For Gunner it had to be public land. He did not want favors with conditions. It was humiliation. You're not better than me. Such a serious bunch. Where was the public land ? I was an Indian. All the land was public. I am the land. But that is not how it is for a long time now. So you own a lot of land and you let others use it. What's your entitlement ? And there I was un-entitled. I was never going to own it. I didn't believe in it. I was always a socialist. The wall - public verses private ? Gunner has to think the parking public. It is an extension of the road. My grandfather having paid money for the property, thought different. God-damn commies. He would never say something like that himself. He let the voice of media do it. A thorny situation. Is it public or private ? Should be public, its so god damned obvious. I have no choice here. The bridge is here, so must be Gunner's position. You got me. A finger in your pie.

I knew I was now safe when the Checkpoint Charley guard came back empty-handed as well as empty headed. I now could be snaky myself. "Pull your hair back. Let's get a look at you properly." I was improper. We don't care for improperly around here. We work for the common good.

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