This was a Ray Bradbury story we read in grade school. I think the theme of the story is the infinite cruelty in man, specifically, children. It takes place on a planet where the sun only comes out once every seven years or so, for about 10 minutes. One of the characters is a girl named Miriam, who’s disliked by her classmates – and so, they lock her in the closet for the duration the sun’s out.
In the northwest, you have to take walks during the day at this time of year, even if it’s raining. And especially if it’s not. Because I haven’t gotten sucked up in my work yet (or the delusion that my work is so important I can’t leave my desk to go outside), I got to take a walk today down Utah Avenue.
There is nothing romantic about Utah Avenue, no matter how hard I’ve tried to make it so since I started working here, 13 years ago. I’ve tried every direction, but it takes you back to busy roads, occasional bums, and a lot of pot-holes.
Whole stretches of Utah Avenue are now under water due to the two storms that came through – one on Monday, one on Tuesday. I read the plot synopsis of the Bradbury story, and it seems I had some of it wrong.