On Saturday in Fort

On Saturday in Fort Greene Park, you bought pink lemonade from some kids who said they were fundraising for their mother's baby shower. "Can we have a say in the baby's name," I asked, but they said no. We lay on the hill and imagined a Dutch East India Baby Company: as an investor, you earned a return if the kid had talent.

Later, we found a Radio Shack Battery Tester with a note that said, "It works but needs batteries." We saw a typed sign for a dentist named Constant José, and a handwrit one indicating, "Party under stairs." We found painted carousel horses in the gardens of the Victorian houses on Stratford Road. We saw an "I-get-paid-to-be-here" tee-shirt and an "I-don't-get-wasted" canvas bag. If we saw a Russian couple in matching velour suits, we said, "I'm not seeing that velour."