so... I'm almost at the end of my walk... 3 minutes from work... and I pass the newly landscaped apartments next door... and I notice, placed neatly at the base of each of three consecutive newly planted shrubs, a chimichonga... one of those flash-fried but-not-browned so-you-can brown-it-yourself models... three actually...
as I walk the last block, I'm amusing myself with possible scenarios... figuring a neighborhood dog will take care of them quickly... hoping that's not the point, with strychnine hidden within... it happens around here occasionally... even wondering if they might not be chimichongas at all, but rather rawhide mimics for dogs to chew on...
I wonder... where, exactly, could you report a "suspicious chimichonga" anyway?...;-)
the next day, they are still there.. and the next... they survive the weekend, and rain, and begin to blister... proving it is possible for an unbrowned microwave chimichonga to be any more disgusting...
each time I walk past them, I think I ought to photograph them... but I don't...
it's been nearly three weeks... I'm a little early yesterday morning and I stop and do the whole 6 photos, one near one far of each... and this morning... they are gone!
and I walk on... once more amusing myself with interesting thoughts about how we try to make order of things... in my "sensible" mind, I think "random toss from a car window, timing pure coincidence"... in my "synchronisity" self I think "is there a reason they remained just long enough for me to photograph them? are they gone now because that was the point?"... entertaining the wilder thoughts... "terrorists... lard bombs"...;-)
