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I had to return some books and DVDs to the library, so I headed downtown. When I got there, the street was barricaded and deserted. I got out of the van, to the faint sounds of bluegrass.
A police motorcycle pulled up to the barricades, lights but no siren. He looked me over, then drove on. Behind him came a small train, three brightly painted cars, holding a man and his small son. After they had passed, I was left staring at an empty street, leaves blowing in the gutters.
The music changed to Christmas carols, in the style of Floyd Cramer, according to the unseen bandleader. I made my deposit and returned to the safety of the van.
A police motorcycle pulled up to the barricades, lights but no siren. He looked me over, then drove on. Behind him came a small train, three brightly painted cars, holding a man and his small son. After they had passed, I was left staring at an empty street, leaves blowing in the gutters.
The music changed to Christmas carols, in the style of Floyd Cramer, according to the unseen bandleader. I made my deposit and returned to the safety of the van.
