A Hot Time in the Old Town

"It's good they put a park in here," he finally said. "Picnics, kickball games, young lovers. It's all good stuff."

"Yeah."

"And it's safe. I've walked every inch of it a hundred times, just in case, so I know it's safe."

"That's good."

"A lot of people in the neighborhood didn't want to sell. Me, I was first in line."

It was beginning to dawn on me that the old guy was hinting as broadly as he could; that there was a story he was hoping to lay on me, and he was waiting for consent. I wondered if he was unburdening himself after a lifetime of silence, or if everyone he met got the full treatment.





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