Deborah in Gray on Bicycle

This morning my neighbor rode his loud gasoline powered bicycle which he drove on the sidewalks right into his ground floor apartment. Now there's a fire hazard, I thought.

Yesterday I saw a guy on Hazel Street working under a car that was held up by two stacked tires and his friend worked above. I see danger everywhere.

Yesterday a woman in gray was riding a green bicycle. Her hair was gray and she seemed to be my age. She stopped momentarily to cross the street. I told her she might want to wear a glow vest so she could be seen. Last year a friend of mine died in a bicycle accident, I said. She  got off her bicycle and walked with me as I headed to the YMCA. She explained how her grandmother kept a road from cutting across her family land by standing outside with a shotgun. Something to be proud of! I said. Did she win? Yes, the farm is still there and I live there now. I come into town because it's too quiet in Blackstone. As we walked by The Stadium she said, This place is haunted. There was a ghost right next to me and it looked me in the eye. Tell Dennis the stage manager, I said. And I turned to enter the driveway to the YMCA.