Wednesday, August 24, 2011

An ambulance came for the neighbor today.  Before they arrived it was only street chaos as everyone filtered to their lawns, some of the closer ones walking over to help.  Lots of hands on hips.  Lots of little groups merging into bigger ones.  People not caring about their indoor clothes out there wrong in the front yard.  Everyone wrapped in polite worry.
 It reminded how sometimes it takes bad things happening to bring people together.
I remember meeting all of my neighbors the day of the big 6.9 earthquake in ’89 in SF.  All of us sitting on the steps outside of our flats, candles up and down the edges, drinking beers brought down from numerous fridges that were without power because why let them get warm?  Everyone eager to talk about their story.  Everyone asking questions you could tell they had been holding back on asking for a long time-the time spent seeing the day to day, week to week comings and goings only previously acknowledged with maybe a head nod or a smile wave.  Casual neighbor stuff devoid of substance.  I remember how dark the street was and how you could smell the smoke coming up from the Marina.  Portable radios.  News noise.
It was a great night.

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