Sunday, May 23, 2004
Otjen Street
So I'm driving by this house, with the wind tearing up my car, right up to its windshield, right up its gullet, so that when I stick my head out the window my lips blow out in a parachute, and this house has all these columns supporting a porch with a grill and a table with a pot on it, holding a stick straight up in the air, like it could test for wind, and just then this guy standing on the porch turns and looks at me, holding out his arms in a bear hug, as if to grab me, the car, the wind, and even that idiotic little stick, and says, shrieking, "Huh?!" And I stick my head out that window, as if I did this every day from the tops of buildings, saying to him, "It's all right, they ain't gonna fall down!"
