CarrollBlog 1.9

Near my apartment is a theater that specializes in putting on children's plays. It's nice to pass there in the early evening because a matinee is often just over and the kids spill out of the building joyous and frenzied and making LOTS of noise. But last night was different. It had been dark since four. As I walked towards the theater I saw literally hundreds of white balloons milling around in front of the theater. It was a surreal, startling image. Were my eyes playing tricks? But as I...