Sitting on my front porch...

smoking a mediocre cigar, sipping a vodka on the rocks, watching the black squirrels play tag with a pair of cardinals in the pine tree, waiting for the bats to wake and commence their nightly feast, listening to the chorus of crickets and cicadas mingling with receding rolls of thunder and the occasional snap of the bug zapper, I wonder what the po' folk are doing this evening.