"What are YOU doing here?"

  The woman scrambled upright from relaxed (no bra) futzing with the campfire and her hands instinctively pulled up a bed sheet in the air.

  "My God." A short balding man said in an end-of-the-world-again tone as he looked the two other men up and down.  They were covered in fishing gear from head to toe.  One was eating an apple in three bites from a stash in a fishhook bag.  "Are those real apples?" The woman ignored the perfect hair guy and padded her bare feet over to the taller man.  "Ah-hah," the man held the core way up high over her head.  "Real as sugar sugar." 

  "Did you two?" Perfect hair guy let a slight intake of shocked breath finish the question.  "Is that why?" He made crazy person all messed up hand gestures all above his head in regards the woman's hair. 

  "Real real?"  Everyone ignored perfect hair guy whose fishing hat, still with fold marks, was hanging on the strap of a caught-fish basket.  The woman glanced at him and rolled her eyes.  "That basket is for Bass.  Did you catch any?" 

  He ignored her then.  "My God." The balding man said again. 

  "You; stop the spinout into stressville," she pointed a crooked caked in marshmellow stick at the balding man.  "No one's doing it here," she looked at all three men and the women and children milling about the campsite.  "No tents?" The taller man asked and an appleseed popped out of his mouth and stuck on a big rubber boot.  "We didn't sleep here." 

  "My God." Balding man said a third time.  "I was just about to ask." 

  The damp and smokey night had been a mixture of screaming, running and hiding, and tending coals that weren't beer-pissed on and covered in time to go toilet paper and chomped-on hamburgers.  The camping area itself was best broadly defined as "controlled chaos" and "summer circus".  Not far from the women and children but having quiet time and five minutes peace and privacy were a mélee of handicapped and elderfolk.  All of us in various states of mind and ability to speak about chips falling where they may.  

  Honest Americans surfing the crush and pinch between boom and bust.  Economic downturns and little rises like stairsteps effect the middle class and the working poor sort of about the same.  But for anybody somehow marginal to "security" there's literal need of shade while people see what to do.  And absolute surprise to see you again.