The truth is, I found myself wandering home down Mill Street. Sometimes it's tough to tell whether it's late at night, or early in the morning..........so it was early one morning, and I was whistling "I am a pilgrim" while I walked home. "I am a pilgrim" is a good tune for walking, if my left foot lands on every downbeat, I can walk from my side of town to yours is about twenty minutes; the whole time whistling a merry tune, but I digress....... When I came to Ann Arbor Trail, I contemplated the crossroads for a while, but that's for another time. Wait just a second, the warmth of revelation surrounds me .." I am a pilgrim, and a stranger, traveling through this worrisome land." I just spent the evening hanging out with some of the finest pickers in town, I wonder if any of them would be interested in playing an old dusty traditional tune like " I am a pilgrim "? I strongly dislike being illuminated by headlights, I guess That's probably how a raccoon would feel about it. Raccoons have it tough these days, with times being hard and all. Mr. Miller got laid off from his job, so the family tightened the belt; which meant the garbage can was a lot leaner than usual. The house next door to the Millers is in foreclosure, and there is no garbage can at all. The family two doors down from the Millers throw their table scraps outside to a fat, mean stray cat; who was abandoned by his family when they lost their home. There isn't a raccoon in the bunch that would mess with that mean cat, fat cat, upset that things were going fine, but now he's out on his can type of cat.Yes sir, things are fine and dandy here. The people get desperate. Some cats get fat. The raccoons get skinny.
So as I'm crossing from my side of town to yours ( That means north on Mill, of course.) I'm wondering if I should be on the east, or the west side of the street. I have a choice between the sidewalk on my left or right, on either side of the street. Now.....one must always remember that there is a big difference between the east, and west side of Mill St. for raccoons and folks alike. Should one decide to take a walk down the east side of Mill St, they will find quaint houses with well kept lawns. One walks under beautiful shade trees that bloom fragrant in late spring, and provide cool shade in summer. Perhaps folks will be standing outside, extending a greeting with genuine smiles as they spread ridiculously red mulch with new rakes and gloves from Home Depot. Yes sir, the east side is for sure the side to be walking down. On the east side of Mill, the sidewalks are truly straight and narrow. The concrete was poured perfectly, and every slab is nice and level, and sitting on the type of firm foundation that the Bible was talking about. Yes sir, the east side is for sure the side to be walking down. The west side of Mill is dark and foreboding. As one walks along the west side, he finds that each slab is pitching slightly more than the one before, making him feel off balance and uneasy. There is an old, faded wooden sign with a big Chevrolet symbol, like a grim reminder that even giants fall down and die; usually crushing a couple hundred thousand ants when they land. I....didn't see that water coming. As one contemplates how tough things are, The lack of working street lights has made it impossible to see the stagnant water flooded across the sidewalk on the west side of Mill St.