SOCIAL DISTANCING DAY 393. Pumpkin. Says so on the label there. For some reason the dog just took off south from our driveway on this evening’s walk, which isn’t typical, at a brisk and determined trot. She gave off the vibes of a person who was probably going to be late but thought if we hurried we could just make it. She led us over to the 5- or 6-block-long slab on which the town’s Firestone factory used to thrum all night and day until a few years ago. We were always told the factory produced springs for trucks. We’ve always assumed that it also produced, as a by-product, toxins (at least we’re *guessing* that’s why it’s fenced off, with no “for sale” signs and no town plan for the property and a general air of “don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t play in the crick water oh God no do NOT play in the crick”). Anyway. It feels kinda wild over there and so you keep your eyes out for busted glass and stuff. And Marj saw it first. “What is—is that a pumpkin??” Science and decay by the (probable) brownfield! #pumpkindecay #returningtonature #firestonefactory #brownfield? #dogwalksofinstagram #quarantinelife (at Noblesville, Indiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNlqDi8r0kw/?igshid=1rn5rj9pp58nd
