I was late giving hellhounds their final hurtle this evening and was therefore streaking around town because I was going to go bell ringing, I don't care if PEGASUS is 6,723,598 pages long.*  As we were bolting uphill on Market Street, which is one of those extra-wide streets from the days of farmers' markets that involved entire flocks of sheep, a woman came out of her front door on the opposite side of the street.  This happens.  People live here, and they do things like go...