Most of my year at St. Jerome grammar school was a pleasure, but Bingo Day in the 8th grade was an exception.
I lifted the window pole to open the front window from the top. Out the bottom of my eye, I saw a boy about my age, wearing a small dark yarmulke, playing on the schoolyard blacktop. The Jewish kids had the day off. Not us. I dawdled when I got to the back window, watching the boy. He extended his right hand grasping some yellow thing and pulled on a string. A brilliant yellow whirly bird spun up into the September breeze.
I’m getting a message on my Uncommon Ground blog that I can buy the future security of the site. Just the impetus I need to move those stories and poems to my wiki. I’ve started with Crazy Frazy and Staircase of Science
A short story loosely based on a youthful adventure in Pimlico. The statue of limitations has expired. I considered getting a photograph
of the old building, but decided not to wander down that deadend alley again.