Putin on the Hits

Last night, night before…

There once was a time, long before soccer moms and little league dads, when children by the dozens came together and played on city streets and in vacant lots.

… twenty-four robbers at my door …

Not a better time. A different time, when children played games when no adults were present. Games passed down for decades from older children to the younger ones who looked up to them. And so on down the line.

… I got up to let ‘em in …

Mother May I —- Red Light — Tag — Knockout — Stickball. All played by rules and within boundaries set by the children.

… hit ‘em on the head with a rolling pin …

The long, lost society of children. The once-upon-a-time nation-state of the young.

All hid?!