Museum

It was only noon when I'd finished breakfast. I wasn't meeting Old Sally until two. So I went into a record store and bought a record for Old Phoebe. Little Shirley Beans, she loves it. As I was walking up the street heading towards the park. I saw this little kid with his parents, they were coming home from Mass. The little kid was walking close to the crub on the edge nearly. His parents didn't even notice. I walked towards the park, to tell you the truth I was kinda hoping to see Old Phoebe and give her the record. But she wasn't there. So I headed towards the museum instead. I used to go there when Allie was alive. And on school trips too. The best thing about the museum is that everything always stayed where it was. Certain things should always stay the way they are. But a funny thing happened. When I got to the museum I wouldn't have gone in there for a million bucks. It just didn't appeal to me.