by tange » Sun Apr 28, 2013 1:44 am
I just learned who I am, today, so I thought I'd share.
A LOUD knock came at my door as I was napping this evening. Solicitor, I thought. Then another LOUD knock, and ANOTHER. Pulling myself together, I look out the window to see police vehicles in front of my house and up the block. Not long thereafter, I see two teens rolling what appears to the basketball goal which has adorned by driveway for a decade-and-a-half back up the street toward my house.
The officers are smiling as they return to my doorstep, explaining that they'd received a call, and that the two boys had been "cooperative." The first arrives and apologizes to me, explaining that he'd seen it on my stoop, unused, and that he didn't think anyone lived here, anyway. I look at the house and say, "Well, it has been neglected."
The goal still half-a-block away, I note, "I bought it YEARS ago for my kids. They're not around to use it anymore, so it's languished here. I'd thought I might have a garage sale...." Then, the obvious occurs to me.
You certainly never want to reward such behavior. But, after all, it had been languishing, unused, and here were two youngsters with a need. So, I gave it to them, admonishing, "You know, this is the sort of thing for which you want to make arrangements in advance.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. Thank you, sir."
( ... "sir" )
At this point, the officers' smiles have turned to laughter, as the second youth struggles to deliver his ill-gotten gain. As he quickly departs, they call after him, saying, "Hey, come back... he's giving it to you!"
Blame Ritzy Bryan for my irresponsible lapse in judgment on (this) Turntable Day.
(It's not like they didn't have to work for it.)
Oh, as for the obligatory demographic, I'm a white guy (those young opportunists were black), twice Ritzy's age in 2012, who never outgrew his youth. I have three "things" I value. Two of them bear Apple logos, and the third gets me to and from work, and the market, and sometimes the mountains. The house in which I live was chosen by someone else a long time ago and will need to become a construction zone before it truly can be called a home; I value the refuge it provides. Beyond that, all I value is content—generally music and film—and those foretelling expressions of beauty which light the night.
I came; I saw; I coloured outside the lines.