The Sad Bear

January 24, 2009

The Miraculous Alley

From where we live, we can see where we work.

I park at home, almost always, at least for fear of finding myself at the end of a work day with my car the work lot, needing to be moved less than 400 feet.

I could go on about the alley, the co-worker smoke breaks, and our back deck; or how I feel the need to explain to the students walking to the high school that when I do occasionally drive to work, it's only because I'm going to pause there just a moment then continue on to the courts or to an interview.

The movement and scope of our daily lives has its limits.

But one day, walking the alley I walk everyday, I found a paintbrush holder with "Purdy" on it (see above).

One month later, same alley, I found a broken piece of a van. Not Purdy, but:

Labels: coincidence, interesting shit, Virginia, weird

by Tony at 11:45 AM |