Community...Blah.

No need to ride the L down to a Borders, no sir not me. Come to think of it probably no one in my neighborhood (Gage Park) has to. The public libraries around my area sell out of print editions of wonderful classics for 10 cents in order to raise funds. Now to me these out of print copies seemed too precious to be sold at the price of a cheap lollypop, the novels weren't in bad condition but many of them were discarded...Meaning no one had bothered to check the book out in a long time...Either that or that the copy of it was too old...Why ever they were there I knew I couldn't leave poor little Capote in the box with big ol' Gore Vidal.

Walking down the streets I often overhear the different conversations people are having. These are sometimes pleasant, amusing, entertaining, emotional, igmorant, annoying, serious, priavate...Sometimes they aren't even what you'd call a conversation, they're more like examples your writing instructor might provide for proper and improper dialogue. I confess I feel guilty sometimes for overhearing certain conversations but this feeling of guilt does not last long. The conversations when cheery often have to do with people coming over for some sort of celebration, the successful delivery of a baby, the ceremony going on at church this upcoming weekend, the wedding, the cashing of a check. When not so cheery these conversations often have to do with the obligation of paying bills, the tardiness to work the other day, the displeasure of having to go to church, the pressure of school, the pressure of work, the cost of gas and food, not winning the lottery, the funeral.