The Village People, Part Uno

I'm suffering from dazed reentry syndrome.  I wake up in the morning with no clue where I am.  Instead of crashing ocean waves or the faint thud of drums from the Navy marching band in the distance, I'm waking to the roar of diesel engines building a new road a few blocks over.  Saturday while eating lunch, a woman came bounding across the patio at the local club yelling my name and I'm ashamed