5 june 01

I have a small announcement I want to make concerning graphomanic but I'm going to hold off until I have some real information. Instead, I will tell you about a weird moment that occurred in my neighborhood over the weekend:

I was walking home along the main avenue, when a car pulled up to the light just ahead of me. There were two young men in the car, with the windows rolled all the way down and the Bee Gees' "Night Fever" turned all the way up. It sounded as if "Night Fever" was emanating from every window of every building in the neighborhood. This was late in the afternoon, and everything was suddenly drenched in that low, golden afternoon sunlight. That's when the dancing began. People on the sidewalk were dancing—nay, boogying—on the sidewalks. And we're not talking just that John Travolta point-up-to-the-right-point-down-to-the-left move that people do. As I stepped into the intersection, I crossed paths with a fellow who was throwing his hips from side to side and snapping his fingers, and who then leapt into the air, spun around, landed with a flourish and then continued his strut across the street. That's right, leapt into the air and spun around. Then the light changed, the car drove off into the horizon, and life returned to normal. It was quite a moment.