He loved the Fourth of July block party, when the whole west end converged for a day and night of games and music and grilled chicken and ribs and sweet-potato pie and dancing until the last firecracker, and then some.
One day a new kid, tall and lean,came to the vacant lot, spinning a football.
And the man was croaking, ranting, not to Maniac now but to the people.
The rest of the spectators watched Maniac poke and tug and pick at the knot.
The mother came lumbering over, nodding as if to confirm:" A kid."
Grayson had a way of jumpings into a subject without warning; it was during Maniac's dessert that he he abruptly said, "Them black people, they eat mashed potatoes, too?"