March 17, 2002
The lemons dance and sing and meet in darkened rooms filled with cigar smoke to determine which of their own is most gifted and most dedicated and in general most promising and most deserves sponsorship. The floors are freshly waxed and the dice shooters tend to draw 7’s and 11’s and when they draw phoebes or even snake-eyes or boxcars it only serves to fortify their characters and keep them humble. The working men rise with the sun and stop after the third drink, while the women draw on the blacktop with chalk. They draw festive designs. And move along.