Clandestine

[ozfox]

Last night, a window screen fell out of the sky onto the sidewalk in front of Will and I. I wondered aloud if any other objects would fall as we passed buy, and then a voice came from above. A man, who had wandered far out of the window onto the ledge, asked if I could toss the screen back up, a distance of about 20 feet. Being one o'clock in the morning in Providence, this seemed perfectly reasonable to everyone involved. I said I'd do my best, and Will voiced his sole wish, that the gentleman didn't fall to injury and possible death. My first throw didn't reach him, although I did manage to catch it on it's way down. I gathered a little more strength and hurled it again. My counterpart on the second floor made a skilled one handed catch, wisely saving the other for a firm grip on the building. Jubilantly I shouted "Go Red Sox," a reference not only to our location but an hour from Boston, but also the activity that brought us together, throwing and catching. He shouted back "Go Yankees." After what we had been through in the last minute, I didn't want to leave like that, so I responded with "Go baseball!" It was unanimously agreed upon to be unanimously agreeable.

Tonight I was thinking that Run-DMC and Journey covering "Blinded by The Light" would probably be the ultimate musical experience. If I were a billionaire, I'd try to make it happen.