More Catch-Up

With your fries. Heinz of course.

The house across the street is a student rental that seems to get passed down from jocks to jocks through an unexplained mechanism. There are always a bunch of them living there, and each they tend to concentrate on one sport. One year they were always at the improvized hoop in front of their house, its net quickly shredded to nothing and even a chunk taken out of the top of the backboard. Basketballs would occasionally bounce off Margaret's car parked in front of our house.

Another year it was golf. They would practice their drives with the wiffle ball equivalent on their front lawn. Another year it was football. And so on. This year however is quite novel. It's baton twirling. But not your girly kind. Batons with fire at the end.

It's little unnerving at night to see that intense flickering through the living room blinds, even after you know what's going on. Several guys will be standing around watching another one twirling two very long batons, both of them with flames roiling at both ends. I suppose people pay to watch this act, and I should consider myself lucky to have free entertainment. Yet watching students literally playing with fire in a neighborhood of wood frame buildings is a little unsettling, not to mention when they go into the street with parked cars a few feet away.

Okay, other old business. For the Star Trek fans among you, I forgot to point you to a new post on Soul of Star Trek, concerning the arc of several key characters and the Trek saga itself.