sunday morning with charlie. i'm a little light-headed fasting. we wander around washington park. meet moxie, a sweet kid, a rooter with moxie. i tell maya about moxie cola. maya says she wished they had put the obama complex west of the park where it could have done some good not harm. she tells me about the island she used to play on as a kid, and how to get in through a hole in the fence. there spirits move among the trees of children grown and coyote.