he loved the fourth of july block party, when the whole east end converged for a whole day and night of games 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
the man was croaking, ranting but not to manic but to the people
the rest of the spectators watched maniac poke and tug ans pick at the knot.
the mother came lumbering over, nodding, as if to confirm: "A kid."
it was during maniacs dessert that he abruptly said "them black people, they eat mashed potatoes too?"