tiny delivery truck found on the side of a park path
driver must have finished a long shift and was on a break
—
“the universe can take quite a while to deliver.”
-desmond tutu
what a lovely coincidence
that on this day
as i continue on my city parks journey
and drive through a neighborhood
i am lost
until
i come to the intersection of
pamela and patricia
the names of
my two sisters
one still with us
one gone forever
and today –
her birthday
i look ahead to find
they’ve led me
to the beautiful park right in front of me.
—
“don’t forget to leave your handprints on the ones you love
and your footprints around the neighborhood.”
― lisa c. miller
bird hills park
dolph park
dhu varen park
eberwhite woods park
—
loving all the forts, both big and small that i’ve discovered as i continue my journey through the ann arbor parks. forts are very sacred places. lots of heart and hard work go into the making of them – special spaces to meet and hang out with your gang.
(i’m about half way through the parks now -through the letter ‘i’)
– 80 down and 80-ish to go! –
onward.
—
“i have a lot of growing up to do. i realized that the other day inside my fort. “
-zach galifianakis
my friend
who spends days working in our busy capitol city of lansing
comes home at night to the quiet little town of owosso
– its polar opposite.
in fact, it’s the home of the polar express
which wakes up the entire town with its early hour whistle blow
each and every morning from thanksgiving on through the holidays
but there is so much more here
with all the charm and quirks that only a small town embraces
from
the castle built by a local eccentric from the past overlooking the river
to
a tea room complete with hats and boas to wear
a trading post with gold, tools, guitar and guns
and best of all
the local five and dime store
complete with
an accordion on a bench waiting to be played
brach’s candy counter
wall of embroidery floss
balsa wood pieces of all sizes
suet cakes
pinatas
50 cent bags of popcorn
and
my favorite feature of all
the special of the week – napkin sale
which far surpassed all expectations
this was my lucky day for so many reasons.
—
“every week in a small town is very different. something is going on.”
– emily rose
as i walked in, i looked around and asked out loud,
“is this elvis day or something?”
i heard a deep voice following me in who answered,
“you better believe it baby.”
and that is how we found ourselves sharing a breakfast space.
luckily, elvis read the sign, waited to be seated
climbed up on the counter and belted out hits
elvis worked the crowd and met a tiny dancer
and changed costumes before my second cup of coffee
it was a full breakfast.
—
“to me, john lennon and elvis presley were punks,
because they made music that evoked those emotions in people. “
-joey ramone