I.
The view was like from Venice on the Domino Sugar island, the seagreen vapors of Baltimore harbor like looking to the Adriatic and then the Far East; and on the other side, from under the shadow of the impossibly large glissading sign, the darkest windows flare orange as the night sky.
II.
She was of a generation who regarded it as a failure of imagination to not pretend a certain duty and decorum, for they were not empowered and dignified as they are today and she would not simply drown her five children, or deal as a cat would with such a situation and eat them.
III.
Everything was fine until we got to Patterson Park, played some football, did cartwheels, ate hoagies like Dagwood's wet dreams; then all the horror started, for this was too much like the childhood I pretended, and I longed for beer-smeared bars and incinerator windows.
