We’d been driving to Tampa, finding ourselves in an IKEA parking lot. We were in Ybor City to meet some friend of Dad’s from Niosh who briefly got fired by mass federal worker firings earlier in the year. The afternoon was getting old. I put on Liquid Metal, and as I walked around the city with the family, we had ice cream at some gentrified and overpriced creamery where the poster listing off the restaurant’s history used the wrong version of the world “principles.” The whole thing reflected the feeling of Liquid Metal. The cashier called me bro and dude as if we were close friends. For a joint trying to be hipster, they sure lacked any recycle bins. We left the ice cream place, went on a very short walking tour, then walked through the town’s perimeter once or possibly twice.