This town is crazy for football.  I’ve seen more people wearing green today than on the 17^th of March.  Shiny green, too, like the leprechauns won’t see them if they don’t look like they’re going to the disco.  One man pushing a walker could’ve been John Travolta. 

The skinny men hold up signs for parking, parking, park in my driveway for four dollars.  The signs are cardboard.  I wouldn’t leave my car with them.  Not even for free.  The skinny men buy two cans of spray paint and hitch their pants.  Their signs are made with magic markers.

Disco magic.