October 23, 2013
“I Love U
From your secret idmie-
Rre”
Blimey!
Oh my god, it’s snowing!
Just returned from a walk (finding above note at the corner of Winslow and
Stevens.) I carried the card to Annapolis
at Dodd and left it for someone else to find. Tee hee.
Collecting a red hat, four
crushed aluminum cans, six water bottles, numerous unidentifiable items, several
cigarette boxes, wrappers from a fast food restaurant, a pile of steamy dog
poop and a number of scattered sign-up sheets for the After School Program,
along the way to return a book to the lending library box down the street and
around the corner. The little boys (I assume) dressed in black pants, cleats
and football uniforms huddle together, jumping in the air and shouting about
killing the other team. Parents hover on the sidelines, wrapped in plaid blankets,
saggy woolen hats, sausage-fingered gloves, clunky boots, puffy coats and thrice-wrapped
scarves, encouraged by their enthusiasm emitting from the top of their heads.
Windmill spirals swing in my peripheral vision as the big and little sisters,
brothers, cousins and friends surge in a passionate fervor around the
neighborhood field. All of the miniature football players flow in the vicinity
of the ball in one big flock, heading north, south, east and mainly toward the
right direction of the goal. Much later, I receive an email from the Block
Club, the final score is tied zero.
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