For example, I was wearing a sweatshirt with a logo on it of one of the teams in the National Football League, and the man who’d most recently wandered up, the neighbor from somewhere up the hill, upon noticing it made a remark about the most recent game that this team had played, to which I had said something in response, I can’t remember what, but which had caused us all three to laugh a little and to start discussing specific players with whom we were familiar, both from this team (whose logo was on the sweatshirt) and also from other teams. The sweatshirt did not, as it happens, actually belong to me, but to my dad, who had probably received it as a gift from one of my brothers-in-law, because the team that was represented by the logo on it was in fact the team from the city that this brother-in-law was from, and which team I was well aware that he loved. I’d found it in my dad’s closet a couple of days after I’d arrived here, because I’d forgotten to bring one myself, and had realized that I would be cold outside in the evenings if I wasn’t wearing one. But I never communicated this fact to the neighbor who’d noticed the sweatshirt and had begun the conversation, not because I had any reason not to tell him but simply because it was unimportant, and because we’d gone on to talk about other things.