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March 4, 2007
mike called me up and said, "miss moon! what are you up to this fine sunday afternoon?"
"writing grant letters," i said.
"oh." pause. "well, you should be down here at the park for the kite fest!"
"the what?"
"the kite fest! it's enough to make a grown man giggle!"

i biked along the river to the park and there they were: hundreds and hundreds of kites. the whole sky was filled with them. kites of every size and shape and color. all flying high. and there beneath the kites were the grown men, thousands of them, giggling and giggling.