Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Ethanol goes on a nostalgathon
Ethanol also needed a gmail address, so I invited him in using mine... and while I was at it, I put my gmail address (mike.taht@gmail.com) as the main one on my blog. Let's see how well them google guys cope with the ensuing onslaught of spam.... ¶ 9:06 AM
- ...happily I strolled along, and then I noticed an oddity. There at the end of the cul de sac, off to one side, were two houses that had not one but two parallel fences dividing their yards from one another. What was between those two fences? I looked closer: it was some kind of alleyway. I walked into it, and a dozen yards on, I emerged into... a park.
A city park. A big rectangle of lush green grass, surrounded on all sides by tall fences and taller trees, a well-appointed playground in the middle--slides, jungle gym, half-moon swing, sand--benches and a water fountain and birds singing and nobody was there but me. There were no cars: There was no parking lot. The whole park was completely enclosed, and only accessible through a half dozen little alleyways just like the one behind me, each of them connecting to the end of a suburban cul de sac. In something like a daze, I stepped forward into it, and reverently walked around examining every detail of the place.
Now, you have to understand that when you're eight, and you're exploring, and you find something like this, you don't think Oh! A park! How nice of the city to build such a fine facility for the public's enjoyment! No, you think: I am the first person to discover this park. No one else has ever walked here before. God had put this place on Earth for me.
Ethanol also needed a gmail address, so I invited him in using mine... and while I was at it, I put my gmail address (mike.taht@gmail.com) as the main one on my blog. Let's see how well them google guys cope with the ensuing onslaught of spam.... ¶ 9:06 AM
