Do you remember the ‘morning after’ scene from the movie Big when Josh (who grew into Tom Hanks while he slept) returned to the park looking for the Zoltar machine?
The midway had disappeared.
The rides had been disassembled and moved elsewhere.
Zoltar vanished overnight.
The only evidence of a recent carnival was litter scattered by the wind, a something-wicked-this-way-comes sort of wind.
That’s how I felt the morning after Munger Place Days. Not that there was an eerie feeling, or that I felt any ‘bigger’ than normal, but a strange, empty sensation filled the air.
The food trucks and art vendors were gone. Regular Monday morning traffic noise replaced the live music and energy that charged the streets only hours before. Like the build up to all exciting and anticipated things, I felt a bit of let down. Or maybe it was a sigh of relief.
Even days later, our neighborhood still bears faint signs of the weekend as sidewalk chalk slowly fades into the concrete.
We had no Zoltar machine at Munger Place Days, but had we, I might have wished to be little again. If only for a few days.
talya
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