By John Hubbuch
My quotodian existence has been enlivened this week by two things. First, I awoke on Wednesday morning to find that all of the fire hydrants in my south Oak Park neighborhood had been painted a bright cherry red. Looking down south Euclid little splashes of red marked the green of the parkway. It was quiet beautiful. Almost public art. My neighborhood was lucky. Another area had a similiar make over of its hydrants, but the only polite way to describe the color would be fecal brown.
In addition I have spent the week killing hornets which have exploded on to the scene. These hornets are big and menacing and need to die. One of my neighbors kills them with a wiffle ball bat. Swing away. I use a child's snow shovel because of the larger killing surface. The highlight of my mass murder spree was when I killed two hornets in a single bow. They were either fighting are making love. I guess for their sake I hope it was the latter. Stupid hornets.
Maybe I need to clean out the garage. When's the new season of Dexter?