Sunday scenes

I just saw a Jewish guy–payot and skullcap–stumble by my house.

He nearly walked into our fence.  Looked like he’d been through a sprinkler.  Soiled shirt untucked.

He was drinking Nehi redpop out of a two-liter bottle, held sideways to his face.  On it like a bird feeder.

I don’t know what was going on there.

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