Saturday, July 9, 2016.
Late this afternoon. Two hard-featured, harsh-voiced, heavyset women in their twenties dressed in what look like work clothes smoking at one of the picnic tables outside the convenience mart as I pull up. They've been arguing.
First woman: This is America! I'm Indian! I belong here! It's called freedom!
Second woman: All right. Calm down. You've made your point.
First woman (not calming down): I'm pretty sure all of ISIS isn't coming here to shoot us all dead, yet!