Posted on December 30, 2002 in Neighborhood
The condo building across the street is completely dark. Nobody seems to be at home. Either they’ve retired early or they’ve fled to resorts for the last freedom of the year.
Tomorrow, I plan to get a few things crossed off a to-do list, just to have them done. Then wait for the New Year and see what comes of it. Nobody is saying “This is going to be your year, Joel. I can feel it” as they did last year. I take that as a hopeful sign of things coming as they will and me casting no horoscopes for their benefits or judgements on their worth.
One of those tasks is to write an account of Ambrose’s death. Call it an exorcism.