4: 51 Monday, Labor Day, 2012

1. Couple of Minutes on the Carriage

   My dog growls, I say hush. Dog noses under my arm as I see the sun on my black boot. A black man walks by, alone, a huge pick-up rambles by. A fly intereferes in my personal space. A carriage pulls up next to me, a line of cars is moving towards Downtown. "In!", a driver calls to a horse. A ride is solicited and chatting occurs. A white woman in blue walks by at...

   the same time as a loud motorcycle. Hardly a cloud in the blue sky. Folks walk away from a carriage without choosing to ride. Clyde stomps his foot, then does it again. Movement all around me, drivers talk to each other. My energy is all off, kind of stressed. I stick my steel-cased pen in my mouth and click it once on my tooth. Another black man walks by, alone. Duck revelers trickle out. Keys jingle, tourists from somewhere walk by. I give other tourists directions. I hear,"Is Rondevoose down here?"