Pink Flamingos
I have this thing for pink flamingos; had one on my lawn for twenty-eight years in Philadelphia. When it finally died of old age—so weathered that it simply fell apart—my dear friend Dale sent two more from Waukesha, Wisconsin. – But a dozen years ago, we downsized to a condo, and of course the courtyard was common ground, so I couldn’t put my pink flamingos on the lawn. I’ve really missed them. Silly, I suppose, but I’ve missed my pink flamingos. – Meanwhile, on my most recent birthday, my daughter said she had a present, but we had to have some time to spend together. …