Joyless in Mudville

During the fourth quarter of last night’s Super Bowl, the street below our window was eerily deserted. Everyone was indoors staring at a television somewhere. The Patriots didn’t look sharp and never found their steamroller rhythm. They lost by 3 points.

After the game ended, young people trickled onto the sidewalk in twos and threes for sullen walks home from parties and bars. A tiny, bent Chinese lady trudged up Brighton Avenue pulling a tandem of shopping carts laden with black garbage bags of pickings from dumpsters.