March 29, 2019

The past is one of those things that bring a time of innocence. But left alone, uncared for, it can die.  I saw a place where I went in my teens, come dry to danger, & I decided to help this one day.  I took advantage of a free parking lot & headed over.  A car with their lights left on was outside the parking lot.  It didn't look like an official car, so I dismissed it.  All looked relatively quiet, not like what I heard.  A few tourists past me, calling me Batman, which was cool.  Some asked for my picture, but I had to be careful, one was married for.  Don't worry, I told them I was no floozy.  It was odd as I walked I almost felt totally out of place, not like Boston.  I passed. by a couple talking about the past. They asked questions about me.  I told them who I was and left.  I heard sirens soon after, so I left immediately.  I felt embarrassed.