Red Hurts

Jesus! There I stood at San Pablo and Washington, just insane how the sky had unfolded after this morning's storm, blinking Don't Walk, Don't Walk, Don't Walk, Walk! and when I got home, it hit me ... and the sky, I know how crazy this sounds ... literally parted into a fabulously blue wind-swept crescent of high-flying cumulus wisps, before slamming closed into another storm cap, though not before I picked up the dogs and raced over to The Home Depot to purchase five rolls, twenty-five square feet, fifteen dollars fifty-nine cents worth of sods spilling Bermuda grass to carry, pack, roll, carry, pack, carry into their pen, heavy each of them, wearing mud proudly all over my forearms, as I vanquish the mudhole!


Trends and Everyday Events in

the Early Twenty-First Century

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Richard Ames Hart

Saturday 12 April 2003