So, it was a gorgeous sun soaked pre spring day and I took a
long walk. It seemed as if everybody was
out and about. I found myself in
Washington Square Park on a bench. The
promenade was warm and the trees provided shade. There was no end to the cast of characters
vying for attention, but one stood out.
He had a skateboard and he wanted to show he knew how to use
it. He wasn’t in the first blush of
youth, or the second or the third. He
made a grand announcement that he would ride over one garbage pail. Those around me barely paid attention. Not even when he crashed.
He then made an announcement that he would attempt the very
difficult feat of riding over two garbage pails. Again, he crashed. He didn’t appear to hurt himself because he would
quickly pick himself up and make his next announcement. Attention Ladies and Gentlemen - this time he
would attempt the difficult feat of…. three garbage pails. The crowd around me started paying attention. And, down he came.
By his fourth announcement, the person sitting next to me (a
stranger) and I were holding onto each other laughing so hard we had tears
streaming down our faces. Once again, the
skateboarder didn’t fail to fail. He
scrambled up, and started again.
He didn’t seem to hurt himself. Drunks and children, perhaps. Though he never made any of the great leaps, or any leap, I have to admire the fact that he kept trying with bigger and bigger
bravado. I do hope, however, that he
gives up this form of entertainment. Ah,
the joys of a sunny Sunday.
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