Danger

Three days ago I found a bucket lying in the street. It was a red plastic kind of pail that a kid might take to the beach. I wore it on my head all day and explained to people that I was from up North, and weren’t they afraid of bricks and things falling off of buildings here in the big city and crushing their skulls in? Quite a few said, Yes, they were, and we parted amicably. Others said, No, you’re off your nut, but their eyes drifted over our heads anyway, to the teetering tops of those buildings.

Photo credit: Tim Bow