Salvation

Mural in high school cafeteria near the scene of the incident.

Yesterday afternoon, on my way home from the office, a Salvation Army truck almost sent me shuffling off this mortal coil, as I turned the corner from 10th onto Monroe and started to cross the railroad tracks where I have never seen a train, just down the street from where Jeremy used to live, and across the street from the high school where I can hear the band playing on Friday nights during home football games, and sometimes on afternoons, if I cut out of work early to go home and sit on the porch to wait for the snails to come out on damp nights.