Thursday, March 5, 2015
Awhile back Elenka passed the word to me that she wanted to locate one of our unused locks, hang it on one of the locations around the city and profess 'life long love'. I guess that's the point of these walls of locks. Say, " I love you" and lock your love. I think I explained to her at the time that in my mind it was 'the destroying of a perfectly good lock'. I think I recall her rolling her eyes. This fence runs about 20 feet or so right near the water on Commercial Street. To the right is fencing that's just chock full of colored locks of all shapes and sizes. I haven't heard her mention anything about this phenomenon in a couple of years, so maybe the 'fever' has subsided. Perhaps my suggestion: 'take two aspirin and call me in the morning' worked.
And what's more, there are whispers.
Yes, it's true.
An undertone, if you will.
Gossip around the watercooler at city hall.
That the city fathers might be thinking of removing the fence completely.
Locks and all.
How should I break this news to my sweet friend?