A large, joyous group of elderly men and women walked from a yellow school bus toward a grocery store in Sacramento, California. Rock was looking for a place to park, but it was plain this slow parade of retirees would take a while to clear his only route to any of the spots up close. He parked where he was and watched as one of the women smiled toward someone walking from the store who she and her friends obviously knew.
"Hey, it's Art," she said.
Art looked up and laughed, and Rock knew in that instant the significance of this man's stature in the group.
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