Rage or Reality?

My dad and I were grabbing a bite of lunch at the Newport Creamery in Wakefield, Rhode Island. An average-looking guy, wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and a baseball cap ambled up to our table, looked directly at my father and said, "Hey, Randall, how's it goin'?" My dad, somewhat surprised by the guy's presence, nodded, and politely tried to carry on a conversation.

"It's really not so bad in there," the man went on. "It's just like on the outside, if you do your job, stay out of trouble, and keep to yourself." He added, a little sheepishly, "I'm out on Christmas furlough—gotta go back next Tuesday." Then he wandered off in search of somebody else to talk to.

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