Every time I look out the window I see the small piece of smashed pumpkin in the street in front of the Observer. Yesterday afternoon I quickly got out of the car after an errand and rushed back inside to finish the paper. Unfortunately, I stepped on the pumpkin mush just as I rounded the back of the vehicle and I was on the wet pavement before I knew what was happening.
It hurt and my pant legs got wet from the rain, but I was also feeling pretty good about myself. At this advanced age, I landed on the street hard and arose uninjured. No pain this morning.
So thanks, pumpkin mush, for making me feel vibrant and resilient. I’m sure I won’t be as fortunate the next time.
Kids are still smashing leftover Halloween pumpkins in the road?