Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Summer of 120

A few weeks ago I was walking over a stretch of Broadway carpeted in strips of fabric. A middle-aged woman looking for volunteers told me that, "the school made a mistake and cut down all of the children's intentions." I wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded on par with "stomping on their dreams."

I spent 20 minutes tying red cloth to that fence. Those better have been some good intentions. I'm just saying.