I was standing on my front porch just a moment ago. It's a beautiful day. A man was walking by my house pushing a bicycle.
He stopped and said, "Did you live here when the Sharks were here?"
My mind goes to literal in a millisecond. I looked at the empty parking lot that used to be for an out-of-business lumber yard and looked puzzled, not thinking sea creatures were part of the Lancaster cityscape. I said, "We just moved here."
He said, "The Sharks used have a block party. Closed both of these streets. Beer, hakey sack, girls in bikinis." The Sharks were on MTV, but they never quite made it big."
If he was playing hakey sack, they must have been on MTV in the 80s. The bike pusher is about 75 years old. He was wearing coveralls with a plaid shirt and a big hat with a circular brim. He had a thick white beard. He was wearing a medical mask upside down tight against his face.
"You can't have any fun anymore," he said. "Even before the COVID. Too many rules. I feel sorry for college kids now."
He strode off.
