Just in time -- when the heat really starts getting to me, when I dread the thought of having to drive across town in midday traffic, when I have had it up to here with people trying to sell me crap every time I step out of my car -- I get a reality check. I see students studying under streetlamps at 10:30 p.m., because they don't have electricity in their homes. I see the guards on our street talking to a salesam of used plastic goods, pondering the purchase of a pitcher. They weigh the benefits, compare it to the alternatives (e.g., empty bottles they pull from our trash), bargain the price down, and close the deal. A used plastic pitcher. This place would break my heart daily if I let it.