August 27th, 1977

Sweet summer song of misty early twilight in Glover Park. The sounds of children playing in the school yard on the corner. Thumping of basketballs on the cement of the playground. Cool late summer mists settling quietly over the neighborhood. For months I’ve wondered how it will feel to leave this apartment. This corner of Glover Park.

Planes rumble through the night sky. I’m sitting on my stoop drinking cold beer and waiting for Carlos. We are going to a movie in Georgetown.