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| Ghent, Belgium |
The
place: Stockley Gardens, Ghent, Norfolk
The
time: Late afternoon
The characters: Two homeless guys. Brick, a native of Norfolk; Block, a native of Portsmouth
The action: Brick and Block stroll, arm in arm, enjoying a moment.
Then
Block stops, Brick stumbles, nearly falls, nearly on his face, nearly
screams...
Block
says to Brick.
Where are the benches? Block points at a slab of concrete overgrown with weeds. The benches were there...
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| Ghent, Norfolk |
The
city removed them, Brick says.
Why?
Someone
complained, Brick says.
Who?
I
believe it was the Ghent Neighborhood League, Brick says.
They complained about crime, flashers and old homeless guys hanging out on the benches.
They complained about crime, flashers and old homeless guys hanging out on the benches.
That's
what the homeless do, Block says.
The
Progressives were upset, horrified by the cruelty, began a campaign
to have the benches returned, Brick says.
The
Republicans?
They
were elated, Brick says.
What
happened to the campaign?
It
fizzled, Brick says. The Progressives, being Progressive, had other
causes to trumpet, Brick says.
Charming
people, Block says. They're always giving me stuff.
That
sums up Ghent, Brick says.
But
it's a public park with public benches, Block says.
This
is Ghent, Brick says.
Ghent?
Like Belgium?
Yes,
but not quite, Brick says.
How
so?
Ghent,
Norfolk, adopted the flag of Ghent, Belgium, Brick says.
But
not quite?
Look
at the two flags, Brick says. Do you see a difference?
No,
Block says.
Look
closely, Brick says.
No,
seriously, I don't see a thing, Block says.
OK,
here, look at this photo, Brick says. What do you see?
I
see a white lion with a yellow pendant with a cross on a black
background, Block says.
Very
good, Brick says. Now here's the flag of Ghent, Norfolk. Tell me what
you see.
The
same thing...A white lion with a yellow pendant on a black
background.
How can you be so dim-witted? Brick says.
I
can't see, Block wails.
Just
look and stop whining, Brick says.
Ah,
the pendant in the Ghent, Norfolk, flag has no cross.
You're
very observant, Brick says, but you still need glasses.
Thank
you, Block says. My powers of observation amaze me.
They could amaze someone on this planet, Brick says. But I'm not one of them.
But
it's not the same flag, Block says, surprised, disconcerted and
annoyed.
Of
course not, Brick, calm, says.
What
happened to the cross?
Someone
complained, Brick says. So the neighborhood league got rid of the
cross.
Someone
in Ghent always complains, it seems, Block says.
That
sums up Ghent, Brick says.
But
how can they wave that flag if it doesn't represent Ghent, Belgium?
No
one notices, Brick says.
I
noticed, Block says.
Sure,
after I jammed the photo in your face, Brick says.
That's
disingenuous, Block says.
That's
Ghent, Brick says.
That's
incorrigible, Block says.
That's
Norfolk, Brick says.
Come
to Portsmouth, Block says.
Not
on your life, Brick says.
Let's
meet on the ferry, Block says.
Agreed,
Brick says.

