A Rare and Brief Look Into My Private Journal

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

Thursday, October 16, 2008
1:06 PM

I’m at the park. Listening to Prince’s “Purple Rain” album.

When I pulled in, there was a woman in a green Honda feeding a baby. Not with the breast. With a bottle on her lap.

Then an Elgin Whirlwind street sweeper largely hummed through the parking lot and dumped a pile of gravel. Not on its own. There was a man driving it.

I wish I didn’t have to go back to the office right away. I’d rather stay here and observe who else comes to the park. Maybe a troop of belly dancers in rubber boots. Or a communist tank from Cuba.

Or a dog.

Or a group of belly dancing communist dogs on a Cuban tank. A rubber one.

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