Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Of Park Visits and Teepees, Fultondale, Alabama

Sometimes things are proceeding as ordinarily as possible...until they're not. There are Sunday afternoons when you've gotten home from church and have enough time to go to the park with the dog for a while before the Braves game comes on. At the park, all is normal. The dog plays in the creek. You and the dog play fetch, but the Retriever doesn't retrieve, so you keep have to chase the ball down. The dog chases you in circles around the batting cages. And then you have some extra time, so you take an unkempt trail that isn't really a trail but an old, forgotten rail bed. And everything is normal there too. Weeds, bees, trees, and a teepee. A teepee. Then seemed less normal and ordinary. And I could envision how Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn might play this thing out. But the dog and I kept walking. There were "No Trespassing" signs.

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