Somewhere In the Bronx On Moshulu
Parkway, where 2 dudes Hanging out In the Parkway Library.  They just got finished  Playing basketball In a tournament At pigeon park. They’ve been doing this for the past 10 years or so. 2 Running buddies That knew each other since 5th grade. Born and bred in the Bronx. And basically never left it. Except for 1 of them, That fought in desert Storm for the army In the early 90's.

As part of their little tradition Since playing in the pigeon park basketball tournament, They would go to the little Ice cream parlor, 1 of the last of the old-fashioned ones, That wasn’t affiliated with Baskin Robin’s or  dunkin donuts. It opened up in 1969. It was built  trying to be a nostalgic spot tribute to the Ice cream parlors Of the 40s and 50s. Ice cream floats, Banana boats, Soft scoop cones, even old school root beer floats and egg creams.

For the purposes of our story These 2 so called dudes Shall Remain nameless. But they can be identified as Homie 1. & Homie 2. Homie 1. Usually got the same thing. He liked a Double scoop Of soft serve Ice cream. The scoops being 1 chocolate And the other vanilla.  Those were his faves. Homie 2 . Was a bit more Adventurous! He Lived 2 Experiment with a different Flavor of the week Or Mix and match with his own Creations  Of flavors. Today he ordered A vanilla caramel shake With  chopped  and minced Pistachio nuts.  During that time They would hold no conversation. Just give themselves over To the deliciousness of their treats And the cool AC In the shop.

Homie 1 said, You want anything else or do you want to go To the library now? Nah I’m ready to bounce. So they mosey A few blocks Down to the Public library. They looked around Once, for The usual suspects that Hang around The library. Before they sit They get a good ole dose of late summer Air conditioning in a bldg. designed for it.

When they finally sit down and get comfortable The 1st thing that homie 2 says Is, Remember what happened last year when we were here? homie 1 responds; Yeah, I remember and I will never forget it. The walking comatose spoke in spoken word, solved a 38 1\2 year mystery, and got  Renown and reward! If you wrote this as a short story People would say; “you guys need to write something more relatable and realistic.”

Yeah that was the most oddest And eerie Occurrence, I’ve ever been a part of, or witnessed at least, Anyways. Homie 2 asks Yo, What was her name tags? Yo dude! Homie 1's quick interjection response. You’ve been out of the army over 10 years. I mean can you drop the references?  What is her name tags!? I mean really. For crying out loud... You’re making fun Of my expressions? When you just dropped something corny like, For crying out loud? I mean I think the last time I heard that line was from Fred Mertz. The landlord from “I love Lucy”.

2b CONT’D.

I’m burning to start the beginning of another story. I’m probably gonna boost it,? part of it anyway Within a couple of days or so. Keyword To the story Is it “Watcher”.  Thanks for your patience.:-)