Time was….

Gathered up the son at the airport this morning and he was already wondering if living on the verge of a rock quarry–what he seems to have imagined our street has become–was possible.  Ah, there was a time when he would have been overjoyed to have this panoply of diggers, movers, beepers, tooters and pounders a finger’s width from his doorstep….

The difference between a 4-year-old with chicken pox and a 19-year-old with a tendency  to tidiness?

I still think Grey Lines, or a competitor tour company, could make a killing here with Tractor Tours for Tots.

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3 Responses to “Time was….”

  1. Sandy Says:

    Have there been gatherings of very young sidewalk superintendents? Or even a trickle?

  2. halifaxing Says:

    Bob says he did see one little boy staring longingly from the back window of a double decker tour bus. This was back before the street was closed to such traffic for blocks in either direction….

  3. Bob Says:

    And numerous times since then I have seen moms (or babysitters?) with tykes in strollers pull up to a good viewing spot. The little ones watch transfixed while the adults catch up on important gossip (with cups from Tim’s in hand of course). This usually happens weekday mornings.

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