Tuesday, March 25, 2008
A Nation of Clowns
I don't know this guy on the bench. He could be a friend, a co-worker, perhaps even a relative. He lives as a lot of us do, eating fast foods on plastic settings in cartoonish buildings in locations only accessable by vehicle. He rarely exercises...but his kids do, in the play structure. They love it there, as it's about the only 'public' place they have to interact with other kids. Dad is asked to take them a few times a week, and he concurs, the Big Macs are quite good.
The guy in the blue shirt -- I don't know him either.
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