Thursday, July 8, 2010
Reflections on a Hot Day
It was hot. It was the kind of hot where everyone goes to the pool. I was sweating, the windows were sweating, even the saints were sweating behind the dusty glass. It was so hot people on the north side were coming out of their houses and napping in the shade on the sidewalks. By the time I got to the pool, it was too late to swim. There were about eight cop cars closing the pool down because it was so crowded people were getting rowdy and out of control. I rode home and consoled myself with ice cream.