Lately, when I'm driving along the river, particularly on my way home from work, I see the gangs gathering.
They threaten and mark their territory. People go out of their way to avoid walking too close.
I wonder when we lost our parks.
To tell the truth, it reminds me of that Monty Python sketch where the roving gangs of grannies took over the neighbourhood, frightening all the youth and wreaking havoc.
The other night, on my way to a meeting, I was stopped behind three cars at at apparently clear underpass. Wondering what the hold-up was, I started looking around and caught sight of a bad-ass goose strutting across the street to get to his buddies on the other side. No playing chicken. He was full of intent.
No one's messing with an intentional goose.