Ron was his name – customer #1201. I was performing my services as a window cleaner at a local home, his home. It started rather normally. Screens coming off, screens going on, window sills being removed of its many trinkets and then the process reversed. A wandering mind, my namesake BNL song; I thought of being out in the bright sun. Soon I was focused on frequent clicks of the mouse from inside. A geocacher perhaps, as I thought of myself back home going through the same motions as my customer. The notion quickly escaped. > Soon I was outside again. I noticed a convenient step-stool next to a large ammo box. Hmm, I wondered, I had no memory of such boxes outside of caching. The notion again passed, completely tossed out by way of reason. Or so I thought. The lyrics of my theme song again start going through my meandering mind, "wish I could step from this scaffold onto soft green pasture shopping malls ..."

Huh? Ron is now speaking to me. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I reply.

He hesitates, then repeats, "I was just wondering if you've ever heard of geocaching ...”