Back to the open field

It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Around the corner between Kennett Legacy Field and Red Clay Creek. The sun is setting, the air is cold and so is the soggy ground. A man drove by and hollered “paint my a**hole!” Have you ever laughed at your own come-backs even though you never got the chance to use it? While packing away my stuff I was laughing at this one, if I had the chance to use it on him, “I will need a huge canvas for yours!” Hah-hah.