In a cafe in Westerly,  I was slowly carving away at a waffle that was crisp and buried in strawberries, blueberries and fresh-whipped cream and no syrup, and the proprietress was complaining to a customer that the parking places were all full, yet no one was walking the downtown - and why was that. And I wanted to tell her that sometime Americans will re-discover walking and basking and just sitting un-entertained and that I hope her waffles are still there when they do.