...BUT:
There are a lot of benches outside of my office building, and if I'm leaving work on the lateish side, I often see teenage skateboarders and rollerbladers out breaking the rules. You know, grinding and the like.
Tonight, on my walk to the subway, I dodged a couple of tall, lanky rollerbladers wearing black on black leather Yankees baseball hats. I remembered late one night during my sophomore year of college, Beth and I laced on our rollerblades (I can't believe I ever even owned a pair?!) and skated up and down Bay State Road for hours...or what seems like hours in my memory.
It was really warm, so it must've been sometime around finals or the end of the spring semester. We were probably antsy and feeling cooped up. How could we not have felt cooped up? We had been sharing a twelve square foot room along with Kate for eight months at that point. I think it had just rained, and the pavement on Bay State Road was perfect for rollerblading: hot top, we would've called it in elementary school. We were the only ones on Bay State Road that night. It was so dark, with barely any light cast from the windows of the fancy brownstone dorms where everyone else was inside studying.
After a gajiliion laps up and down Bay State Road, we sat on the curb just before the corner of Commonwealth Ave., our massive dorm looming off to our right. We talked about boys for a long time, and then I think it started to rain again, so we went back inside to finish studying.
Herbert: Thank you, Allison !
My favorite part is where he writes, "I would like to tell you that..."
Hmmm. Maybe, Herbert, I would not like to listen. Maybe, Herbert, I'm not ready for this information. But I appreciate, Herbert, your implicitly seeking my permission by saying, "I would like to tell you..."
