Rumble in the Park: Kit vs. The Lamppost
It looks innocuous, no? Firmly ensconced there in the earth. Standing straight and tall. Lamp posting with the best of them, a paragon of lamp post-ness. Oblivious of the hoi polloi around it; unaware of the humans, assorted dogs, ping pong players, that dude who does the daily crossword at the picnic tables every morning (if the weather allows); early risers digging around in the dirt and trimming or harvesting stuff in their allotments. What is all of that to a lamp post? Nothing. Literally beneath it. So, there it was, on that fine day in late March; standing in the sunshine, thinking its lamp posty thoughts. On that particular sunny weekday morning, Riley and I went to this lamp post’s park, as is our weekday wont. She did her business, checked out the gardeners, ran through the sand in the playground and dug a few holes; ignored the ping pong players, barked a warning at the puzzler (who by now doesn’t even look up at her anymore, so inured is he to her: “Don’t come near me or my...