Postcards from distant shores

Dear World Nomads,
Bumped into a street vender the other day. He had all the secrets of the universe written on a palm of his left hand in blue ink. He said he was a great teacher. He pointed to his name, “Willie”. But said I could call him Spiderman. He asked me if I was superman, admiring my shiny Patagonia shirt. We talked for a few minutes. I didn’t buy anything, but the he shook my hand and smiled when I left. Two days earlier, when I left after 20 seconds, he said I was a “very bad person”. Funny what a little time and attention will bring you.
Scott