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asakiyumeFor two days early last week, it was hard to turn onto the long, uphill driveway to the jail because workers were repairing--replacing, it turned out--a utility pole right at the entrance. The day they finished and cleared off, this shrine appeared by the new pole:
I've seen roadside wreaths and flowers and crosses, but the mass of candles was new to me and moved me.
I asked the officer at the lobby desk if she knew the story of it.
"Yeah, last week we were doing our outer,"** she said, "and this car came really fast, so fast--and crashed into the telephone pole. It was a boy and a girl."
"Did they both die?" I asked.
"She did. He survived. She was young," she said.
It seems like the candles have been lit, too. I wonder if someone comes by to light them each night.
**outer = outer perimeter. I hadn't realized they do this but, duh, of course they would.
I've seen roadside wreaths and flowers and crosses, but the mass of candles was new to me and moved me.
I asked the officer at the lobby desk if she knew the story of it.
"Yeah, last week we were doing our outer,"** she said, "and this car came really fast, so fast--and crashed into the telephone pole. It was a boy and a girl."
"Did they both die?" I asked.
"She did. He survived. She was young," she said.
It seems like the candles have been lit, too. I wonder if someone comes by to light them each night.
**outer = outer perimeter. I hadn't realized they do this but, duh, of course they would.
