Thursday, August 30, 2018

Midday, Fifth and 9th

Waiting at the food truck in a scrap of shade. A couple of portly DSNY guys ahead of me on line.  "Too much salad," one of them laments, as his styrofoam container is heaped with green. "It'll clean yer out though," the other chuckles.  As I walk home a woman hands me a scripture pamphlet, The Way to God.  The earth was perfect when God gave it to man. Read this booklet to find out what happened.  A kid on a bike rolls by; his t-shirt reads, in big bold capitals, Paradise.

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