New York's all right ...

1.2.2014

Ez and I used to go for walks around the neighborhood a lot more than we do these days.  I saw something the other day that reminded me of our walks and the little game we played:  When walking down a street, if we'd come upon a leaf-blower in use, we'd turn tail and flee, much like Pacman high-tailing it away from Blinky or Clyde.  It was fun and we changed course often.  More than once we got boxed in and had to eat the survivors, if you know what I mean.

So the other day I saw a leaf-blower in action that would have made us leave the neighborhood entirely.  It was tailgating a gas lawnmower.  The mower had its debris sack detached and it was hitting a yard FULL of downed leaves.  As it plowed through and chewed the dead leaves to bits, the blower man blew the bits out into the street.  And air.  And therefore everything downwind of them.  Which was me, my family, our cars and everything else. 

I yelled, "Fucking assholes!" but they didn't hear me over the din.

Tonight - Club Deluxe.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!