Songs Flung Out

Early in the evening of June 15th, 2026, I was walking West on 9th St. between N. Hawthorne and Emerson Ave.; I saw a woman on the ground at the side of her yard, doing something gardening-wise. As I got closer to the house a young face popped into view on the porch. Peering over the bushes, a small boy smiled and waved at me, then said, brightly, “Good morning!” As is my wont, I returned the boy’s greeting with a song: “Good morning, good morning, how are you today? I lo