So as a designer for hire I tend toward the domestic, that is to say that I work from home. I also have a two year old son who I hang out with all day. We go to the park pretty much every day, weather permitting. The neighborhood is Harlem and the park is Marcus Garvey. One day while pushing my boy on the swing and counting each push out loud, to practice his numbers, I noticed the apartment across the street was crawling with jocks. Guys in sports jerseys and athletic shoes. Upon closer observation I realized it was plain clothed Finest with badges about their necks like backstage admittance, side arms velcroed to their thighs like so many Laura Croft look a likes. They were raiding an apartment, just across the street from the playground. Manila envelopes in the hands of evidence man, batta ram with headlights being escorted out like a star player in the fourth quarter with the score run up. They even had the red cyber-shot on hand popping off digital photos…
I am glad we missed the Call of Duty style, forced entry but a little bumbed that I was pushing my toddler in a swing within ear shot of sad ghetto pharmacists being escorted into a minivan with a diplomatic tint on the rear windows. He didn’t mind, as long as the swing was swinging, and poppa was pushing what else could there be to worry about.
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