Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Fit to be Tied



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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