I often write here about the sights and sounds of my neighborhood. It is a lively place that surprises and intrigues me, and while there are occasionally things that shock me there are many more things that begin to feel quote normal and expected. Like loud parties with lots of Mariachi or hip-hop music that is cranked so high you can feel the beat in your floor. These are the nights where I marvel at the fact that my children ever sleep.
Saturday night was one such night. I was sitting at my desk working on my sermon, trying to focus in the midst of two competing parties on our street. The volume was perfectly normal: it was the playlist that was bizarre. It was all late 70’s/early 80’s standouts, AT BOTH PARTIES, and there was not a single Mariachi “oompa” heard all night. There was just something so surreal about hearing “Eye of the Tiger” on Kenwood Avenue.
Today, things were back to normal. The soundtrack for the afternoon was a very loud, only too familiar Bone Thugs and Harmony piped in from the neighbors back yard. Toto, we’re back in Kansas.