Last night Kathy and I went to see Fools in Love at the park here in San Marcos. One of the local houses for people who weren’t able to function fully on their own was there for an outing. There was one of their number, a moderately overweight man wearing shorts, an unmatched shirt, and a brightly colored ball cap, who went and stood in front of the stage and danced by himself for the full 90 minutes we watched the concert. His movements were awkward and had little to do with the beat of the music, but his face exuded such churubic joy that it was impossible not to smile along with him, reveling in his childlike immersion in the moment. He was simply having fun, regardless of what others might think, and was completely engaging to watch.