City parks. There is nothing more hopeful, more ominous, more beautiful, or more seedy than a city park — and those people on benches in a city park — during a weekday afternoon.
Bossy went back to her childhood neighborhood yesterday for an appointment, and had the chance to sit on the fountain ledge where she ate her lunch for many years.
I was just thinking about the park where I spent a lot of my kid days in, because it was a WPA project. Maybe the good part of the economic downturn is we will get a bunch of new parks.
Hmmm…sitting on a ledge must’ve come before getting the boil removed from Bossy’s butt.
That’s not a public bidet?
Oh.
Never mind. Be right back.
Did Bossy pitch a penny into the fountain? Did she feed her crust to the birds?