parkie

I do hate the parkie though who wont let you sit on the grass in the summer.

This one time I was trying to buy melon and he told me I had no sense of smell 2006

Lower, Tobin thought, watching the white-bearded parkie spear a fast-food wrapper with the pointed pole and stuff it into the big, green Department of Parks garbage bag.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

The parkie bent, grimacing in pain, and picked up the newspaper page.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

“At least the kids are cool,” the parkie said, nodding toward the children in the sprinkler, a rainbow arcing through the frail mist.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

“Because you and me are a lot alike,” the parkie said.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

The parkie walked to his idling truck and climbed behind the wheel, his white wig now askew on his head.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

He tightened the grip on the vodka bottle cap as the parkie groaned, checked his watch, and sat on a bench facing Tobin, across a six-foot-wide cobblestone pathway.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

The parkie caught his hat, jammed it on his skull, and straightened the wig as he stood with a half-smile.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

The parkie checked his watch, dropping some of the old newspapers.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003

Except for the hair and beard, the parkie sort of resembled the bald man in the photo.

Sins of Two Fathers Denis Hamill 2003