Saturday, September 21, 2024

Wildin’

I turn the corner on my scooter and ride up the street, passing as best I can all the cars queued up to get on the expressway. 

But I’m riding during rush hour, so the commuters are, as the kids may or may not still say, “wildin’.” That is to say, their impatience has caused them to drive three-across up this one way street, from curb to curb, and I almost hit several side-view mirrors as I sneak by, as close to the edge without going up on the sidewalk as possible. 

I finally pass the on-ramp, and continue up the street toward 6th Avenue, where the trees have yet to remember that fall is upon us, and they lace their green fingers over the street.

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