Prologue

I'm not exactly sitting to write now... but I will in the next few days. I have an interesting topic (er, stream of consciousness) to put into the world.
But here is a teaser:

"Peter!!! Pete!" I yell, a mouth full of ice cream, (probably some dripping down my white shirt), one hand holding a waffle cone, one hand on the bike handlebars, as I dodge strollers and pedestrians and people dancing in the street in front of a huge stage.
"I think..."
"What?" Pete asks, sounding a bit impatient... though really he is just 100 feet ahead of me, trying to pull of the same prowess.
"I think we are downtownies... living in the 'burbs... I think that is our only problem."