Or, quirkiness and oddities. First, the two of us came across a Zorro hat and a hair net in the alleyway. And, a few feet away, this mask, like the one in that Guy Fawkes paean, V.

Who left it there? What were they doing? A break-in? A party? A prank? What?
Then, a couple blocks away, this. A broken table, upside down and placed on the parallel stripes in a parking lot. It looked like art, to me. It was perfect.

Anyway, when I left for the rink just a few hours later, all of it had vanished. Gone. Not a trace.
It could have been a full moon, last night - when I was a cop reporter, full moons provided no shortage of weird and bloody copy - but I don't think it was. I think the world is quirky and odd, and it takes a nighttime stroll with the dog to get you to remember.
What did Roethke write? A steady stream of correspondences!
Sounds about right.



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