Micro Monday: "Men in Black"
Men in Black
The train rattled over 35th Street. Further east, far from view, stood the hallowed ballpark grounds, where fifteen years earlier the worn brick-and-girder relic exhaustedly gave way to a suburban mall of glass and concrete, where nine months earlier a championship, longed-for for decades, was finally won.
Yet here, further west on a ragged corner, where the diagonal cross street cut through a cluster of aged storefronts, where a lone figure stood with shoulders slumped in resignation while still glancing in hope, where a contractor might hire some day laborers, none of that -- ballparks old and new, championships -- mattered much.