TWO PEOPLE, SITTING AROUND

TWO PEOPLE, SITTING AROUND
By Joseph Goosey
They thought of Spain, the West Coast, the Green Mountains. They knew
for a fact that all these things and more existed, yet couldn’t grasp
the concept of how to access these worlds. There were rocks to climb,
paths to hike, birds to watch, all types of wonders that lived on the
other side of a glass wall that taunted them while all they did was
sit around in fold out beach chairs. One asked the other if he
remembered that one Fourth of July where they rode bikes along the
strip of bars shouting to people on balconies. He did indeed remember
that Fourth of July and he replayed it in his head as he hosed the
dirt/sand/mud off of his feet and his ankles and his ass. It was a
decent Fourth of July. Fireworks, yes. Barbecue, yes. But he realized
it was the same as: Memorial Day, St.Patricks Day, New Years Eve, The
Diversity Festival, Pride Day, The Blues Festival, The Jazz Festival,
every Saturday and most every Sunday. But options didn’t present
themselves at the doorstep, one had to go out and hunt them down.
Anyhow, the Fireworks were amusing and the Barbecue tasted
all right.