Venable Park. Tom Flynn
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Reginald’s dad saw me, and since it was still just me and him, he didn’t hustle me on immediately like he might have had to if somebody was watching.
“Like the front lawn of Paris out there. Worth all this work,” he said, stepping up next to me to look longer at something he must have seen every day.
“Hard to imagine,” was all I could come out with.
We had our moment looking at it, and then it was time to turn back the other way. The grass was green as clover, but the slope that ran out from the stadium was altogether different. First off, it clearly had done some settling since it was built because there was spots that just sank like something heavy pressed on them, but nothing had. Down at the bottom of the slope, was a little house that in its way was as nice as the front gate, only small and not as grand. Turns out that it was a ticket booth, of all things, just about as nice as you could picture it being. Our job for today was working the slope above it.
“If we just let it be, this whole hill would be down on top of that booth,” Mr. Spector said, pushing his hands forward to give the picture of it going down. “We need to work on this slope, keep the grass steady, and hope that someday it’s just a hill without much help. Right now it’s a pile of dirt, and it wants to get back down to where it came from.”
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