Walking down the Avenue today, I saw a gray-bearded African-American guy. He had just finished asking somebody for change, and as he turned toward me I assumed he was about to hit me up next.
Instead, he made a throwing motion with his right hand, out of which flew a paper airplane. A good one, too. It banked upward over my left shoulder and landed well behind me.
I complimented him on this impressive feat of engineering. He grinned and said humbly, “Got caught in an updraft.”
Pages from somebody’s children’s books were scattered all over Pleasant Valley Avenue today. A picture of Simba the lion cub on the corner of Montgomery Street, and near the crest of the small hill near Howe Street, a white sheet containing the following inspirational message:
The Bubble Planet was
not so scary anymore.
Buzz was happy.
His friends were here.
And he was clean!
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