My pigeons came back in force. Followed me for almost a mile, perching on light posts, until I got to my bench--our bench--at People's Park. Then they swooped down, a whole squadron of them, ravenous, crazed for birdseed. When a couple of reasonably harmless-looking gangsta guys walked past the park they exploded into flight, made a huge circle, and returned. And when I left the park they followed me for half a mile, almost all the way to the wifi.