2001:July:24
Right next door to the building I live in there is a little hair salon. Saturday morning I was up and about getting some errands done. As I went outside this old man (the owner of the salon?) was sitting in a chair outside the place. As I came back from my errands the chair was empty but I noticed something I hadn't seen before. His white folding plastic chair was locked to the front of the building with a huge chain. This thing was thick. Maybe he knows something I don't about our neighborhood. Or maybe he was worried about the bad element that's attracted to meat on a stick and street fairs.
