Me: [singing, and none too quietly] ♩♪ ♪♫ M-E-T-H-O . . .
Guy, working in his yard, deadheading dandelions. Looks up.
Me: [ ] [walking on, looking neither right nor left]
Guy, looks back down at his dandelions. Keeps snapping off their nimbusy heads.
Me: [fifteen, twenty yards away, not looking back] . . . -O-F-L-O-V-E,
It's a method of modern love. ♩♪ ♪♫
--because singing blue-eyed soul in the streets is the Constitutional right of every American.