Labor Day: Early or Not
For some on the Gulf Coast, Labor Day will start as early as Sunday night.Here, the circus began with tinkling chatter and a radio’s reedy trebles; then clanging voices and their stereo’s distant thumping. Irregular counterpointing soon joined in: defiant laughter, sing-songy jeers, phones ringing, alarmingly audible scrapes from yet more cars pulling up to, over, and back down the curbs; and more.
Now, an oddly distinct triplet of crumplings, whistles, and thwacks has forced its way to the edge of the cacophony.
That gets me out of my chair.
After a deep breath, I open the door.
One cautious step then another lands me inside their multi-leveled carnival. They’re grilling on the far side of the courtyard. Cigarette smoke hovers about over here. I nod to the nearest smoker. (He pretends not to see.) I flinch from a metallic crunch above me; next comes light whistling, and -- now I understand -- a spent beer-can arches missile-like through the yellow security lighting and settles upon the dirt of the lot across the narrow, car-laden drive.
The next one lands directly outside my window.
Apparently, an earlier discard flew off-course: it’s caught high up in the Live Oak leaning apartment-ward from the now aluminum-dotted lot.
“I won’t be able to get to that one,” I muse against newly insistent thumpings from their stereo, “but as for the others….”
Turning back towards the door, I picture the start to my Labor Day -- with a trash bag in hand.
“And maybe some of them will help out?”
Opening the door, I smile at my positive thinking (it’s fitting for the holiday).
Closing the door behind me, I frown (really believing it would be even more fitting).
Double-locking the door now: “Well, we’ll find out -- early or not.”
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