Coming out of my sister’s condo complex the other
night long after dark, I caught site of a bigger than life black and white
image flashed on her neighbor’s garage. As I approached the corner the image
disappeared. The garage door no longer looked like a screen and I wondered if
it was my imagination.
I slowed, worried there would be activity in the
street from a block party with an outdoor movie event. When I turned onto that
block, the house, the sidewalk and the street appeared vacant. The garage door
on the corner house across from where I thought I saw the image, however, was
open. A fluorescent light bulb above a workbench backlit four people just
inside the garage in camp chairs, each with the silhouette of a beer bottle
tucked in a drink holder. They sat in a row, like a movie theater rather than
in a conversation round, clearly watching the images on the neighbor’s
garage-door screen. Reaching the other end of the block, in my rear view mirror
I could see a new photo displayed on the garage. I wondered whether they were
doing something illicit and whether one of them had the garage door remote for
a quick and tidy clean up when the neighbors got home.
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