Before I moved out here to the Bay Area in California, I lived in Burlington, VT for about a year.
One day, as I partook of my afternoon dose of nicotine outside the Fletcher Free Library (yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I should quit) a group of pre-schoolers, watched by their day care minders, scrambled around on the lawn outside the library with a vitality that’s missing in my own life at times.
I smiled as I watched three young boys hold hands in a circle, sing the words to “Ring Around the Rosie,” and fall down at the appropriate moment, unaware of the nursery rhyme’s tragic historical connection to the Plague of the Dark Ages.
I marveled at the energy of three others as one of the day care workers, a man they called “Don,” hoisted them from the ledge overlooking the lawn all at the same time amid their screams of joy, with them immediately taking off in three different directions at a dead run when he set them down. Read the rest of this entry »
