Flashes of Panic

Since I’ve moved my workspace to the front of the house and the dining room (my upstairs office generally being too warm), I’ve seen more of the street and the vehicles going by on it.

The best regular sighting, for several weeks, has been a man on what appears to be a powered skateboard. It’s big for a skateboard—more like a half-length surfboard—and it has a small gas engine, about the size you’d see on a string trimmer. He wears a helmet and steers with a rod that appears to work like a tiller, and tows a small trailer. I used to see him every day around 5 in the afternoon, but on Monday there was a policeman hanging out by the softball field who appeared quite interested and may have followed him home, which may explain why I didn’t see him yesterday.

Still, it seems like one way of using the least possible gas…