I was sitting in a chair, rocking back and holding onto a roof support on the porch, while about four other people were on the bench in front of me, talking. We talked about something being the something of mainstreet, and discussed the phrase "that's the something of mainstreet" for a short bit.
After a while, we got up and out into the yard. Suddenly there were a good deal more of us, and four of us stood in the driveway while a fifth threw sand over their heads, some of us milled around and one of us seemed to be walking away.
There was a buss in the driveway now, with lots of wheels attached to he back. Preschool students were holding on to each wheel. Each would turn their wheel to the right, unscrewing it, and then hop into the buss, where there were places for their wheel. Finally, there was just one preschooler left, who was having trouble with her wheel. "Miss B, I need a new game." she wailed. Finally it came off, and she hopped in the buss which then departed.
Posted by Trevor Savage at August 13, 2003 2:46 PM