[Spectrum R3] 12. Once a Pie Man, Always a Pie Man - Hojin

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Once a Pie Man, Always a Pie Man

 

Which way shall I go today? Joseph thought to himself as the signs pointed this way and that. I think Turtle Pond needs a visitor, he decided. He followed the path to the right, toward the middle of Central Park. Around a curve, he had to step off the sidewalk as a line of mothers and baby strollers marched by. They didn’t walk, they marched. Joseph had heard it calledpower walking. I suppose it’s good for them, he thought, shaking his head. But he also thought their marching didn’t allow them to notice the birds or the flowers.

 

At Turtle Pond, two young children had spied a turtle. It must have been their first one, judging by their excitement. Joseph smiled as he watched. He could remember being that excited about turtles when he was young.

 

From Turtle Pond, it was an easy walk to the art museum. Joseph sat down on a bench in the sun. He liked to watch all the different kinds of people go to the art museum. In a way, he thought the people were just like the pieces of art. Each one looked different and had a different reason for being there.

 

When he had soaked up enough sun, Joseph wandered toward Cedar Hill, then out to Fifth Avenue. A quick check of his watch told him he was right on time.

 

A pie truck pulled up.

 

“What’ll it be today, Mr. Fellini?” said the young driver.

 

Joseph thought for a moment. “I think today is a peach day, Mr. Tarentino.”

 

“Peach it is, Mr. Fellini,” and the young man swung out of his seat and disappeared into the back of his truck. Behind the truck, cars waited, the drivers oddly patient. They knew the Pie Man had important business.