Sometime after the Bumpases moved in, early last winter, a sad little pod-shaped grill popped up under one of the trees in front of my building. Coincidence? Unlikely. There he’s sat, all winter, forlorn and rusting. I’m surprised that the grounds folks haven’t thrown him away, since he’s in the common area in front of the building, and not where a grill ought to be.
Imagine my surprise, when coming home, to find that not only had they mowed the grass (at 30F!), but that poor Mr. Grill had been evicted from his cozy spot under the cedar tree and left sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. I wonder how long he’ll stay there?
red paper boat 