Fall Creek Parkway Indianapolis 1959 by John Sherman I know just where she was along fall creek parkway south of the marott apartments that I now drive by every week how often I glance at the sidewalk that I have designated the very spot where she was in full stride on her way to school when a young white boy cried out at her from the yellow bus that rushed into her life and pushed on through heavy traffic before she could hear our collective gasp and our own words of anger at an unseemly act a frozen series of moments remembered: the back of the girl’s head the long gray coat the shoulders bent over an armful of books a second or two before his sudden leap across the bus to get to the window his word our reaction as adults we remember most clearly the split-second joyful and hurtful intensities of childhood: the boy’s sudden leap into the air the jerk of our heads in his direction the open mouthed...
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