Tinker Bells
copyright ©2008 All rights reserved. * ‘Ohhh… Dee-dee-eee!’ I stand in the gangway looking up, sandwiched between two walls of pitted common brick, ancient rain eroded concrete under my feet. I ball my hands into fists, take a big breath and call again, ‘Oh… Dee… Dee-EEEE!’ I am barely four years old. Deedee might be even younger. I listen intently, drawing in another slower breath of the warm spring day. I can hear the deep throated sounds of trucks on Kedzie Avenue which surprises me...