Sidewalk Rating: Semi-Quenching
If you stood in the middle of the street you would hear the unreal, thrumming silence of dusk in a dead-end place and you'd smell the rain that would creep in after darkness fell. If you stood still and listened hard you could probably hear the surf of truck traffic on the highway at the edge of town. And if you stood there long enough you might eventually see a child aboard a bicycle glide silently like a dream fragment through the intersection at the end of the block.
You might.
But you might not. There weren't a lot of children around anymore.
[Brad Zellar, fm your man for fun...]
[The view of the game from under the bleachers of St Paul's Dunning Field complex.]
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