I was disturbed by loud bangs that could have come from the kitchen, but soon discovered it was the backyard, the neighborhood kids...
We call them the "Rowley Bike Gang" and they've aged since we've been here. Obviously. But this fact still feels important.
The bangs were each guy taking a turn going halfway across the BBQ restaurant's parking lot on their bike or skateboard and slamming themselves at low speed into our rickety fence.
I watched them. It wasn't malicious destruction of property, they all just seemed to dig the way the old fence would absorb their mild shock and spit them back out with a loud thwumpy crash.
As I stood there one of the kids noticed me and called out to the group "hey, it's The Guy..." and they scampered away...
which is probably what I intended all along,
but at the price of becoming The Guy...?
I'm not sure I was ready for that.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
It is funny because it says right at the top of the blog that you're "the guy". I realize you were using the term differently, but perhaps your writing has developed to the point that you are foreshadowing without even knowing it.
ReplyDeleteThe "Joe the Guy" moniker likely stems from when I registered with my favorite Balitmore Orioles blog, The Loss Column. A friend was listed as "Dan the Man" so...
ReplyDeletePretty sloppy that I've never changed it here, it should read 'Joey Jives', for consistency. I'm going to make that adjustment now...