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  • I had my own rocking chair at my Zi'Angelina's house in the basement movie room. Her son worked for WNAC, Channel 7 as the movie editor and routinely brought home movies from the station for Saturday night viewings. I remember sitting in my rocker, wicker with a green cushion, and falling asleep to the opening music and credits of The Wizard of Oz. It wasn't the movie, it was the motion, the pattern of back and forth.

    I noticed these bikes parked at the outlet of the Aquarium station in the crowded wharf area of Boston while waiting for my daughter and her boys to emerge from the crowds. Patterns on things, patterns of things, and patterns in language and sound appeal to my neurotic, Libra sense of balance. All tension and confusion is toned down when I spy a staircase, like the Spanish Steps in Rome, or these simple bicycles in downtown Boston. I was soothed and waited patiently for another quarter of an hour for them to ride up the escalator and spend the afternoon with Nonna in the city.
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