A Tuesday Vision

Our neighbor on Louisville, Bobby Byrd, had a vision the other afternoon and wrote to tell us about it:

"Hey, a couple of Tuesdays ago I was driving home across Scenic Drive around 6:30 pm (the sunlight going to dusk) and suddenly before me was this unexpected image of Newman Park filled to the brim with a girl’s soccer team, boys playing catch football, all sorts of people including old farts like me walking the sidewalks, kids swinging and sliding, a pair of lovers holding hands and playing a little kissy-face, mothers chatting—my gosh, surely it was a vision. I’ve never seen the park so full except on Easter. It was like Georges-Pierre Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte except of course puro fronterizo style. Congratulations to all of you." —Bobby Byrd