Prize of the Day

I drove by  the Social Street School apartments and a shirtless man was sunbathing on the very slab of granite that 20 years ago hundreds of happy kids would run out on for recess. He had his black radio propped up next to him. He was content, browning his oiled hairy chest, distanced from the road by a swath of green grass and a tall chain link fence. This is on the main artery that cuts through our city. I love it.