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Self-confidence
Apr. 23rd, 2008 09:13 am(Or maybe chutzpah...)
Several of the grander houses along State Street still possess large granite bollards or corner posts at the edge of the lawn, relics of former wrought-iron fences of the Gilded Age. These chunks of stone, a foot square or more in cross-section, stand about eye-level, and often serve as nut-gnawing perches for squirrels or repositories of emptied drink bottles/cups left by litter louts.
Returning with the paper this morning, I glanced at the top of one of these obelisks and encountered a mockingbird, about three feet from my nose.
"Whadda ya staring at, buddy?"
Several of the grander houses along State Street still possess large granite bollards or corner posts at the edge of the lawn, relics of former wrought-iron fences of the Gilded Age. These chunks of stone, a foot square or more in cross-section, stand about eye-level, and often serve as nut-gnawing perches for squirrels or repositories of emptied drink bottles/cups left by litter louts.
Returning with the paper this morning, I glanced at the top of one of these obelisks and encountered a mockingbird, about three feet from my nose.
"Whadda ya staring at, buddy?"
