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Subject: I guess kids just don't like pears any more

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Willie

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Date Posted: 07:56:47 11/04/02 Mon

That makes three pears I've found on my travels since Halloween. The first one lay on the pavement outside my father's house with one bite gone from it. Whoever had discarded it had maybe done so for the sake of a double core that was visible only when you bit into the fruit. But it would have been still okay to eat.

The second one was cast into the gutter outside the Castletymon hairdresser's shop. As I was passing by, the junior butcher came out of New Park Meats and we exchanged some banter about my father's tiling skills as I admired their new floor. I forgot entirely about the pear on my way to the post box.

The third one I encountered on my way back from the bank today. It rained cats and dogs on Friday, so I ended up having to do all the household's banking business today instead. Five envelopes of cash and cheques for lodgement to cover savings and direct debits and the rest. The queue behind me at the so-called "Quick Lodge" machine was fairly restless by the time the last receipt popped out of the slot.

The pear was lying just at the bend in the road in Bancroft Estate, where Spider and I used to congregate with the Burkes and their friends when we were young. Brendan Burke, with whom I went to school, I last saw on television, receiving some moderate sum of money on "Winning Steak", an off-shoot gameshow of our National Lottery. The skin of the fruit was completely brown. It had one bite mark.

I guess kids don't want fruit any more at Halloween. Certainly I wouldn't bother buying any. It just ends up on the street, along with the burned-out fireworks and bangers.

One last thought on our modern priorities... As I passed through Castle Park Estate I saw the remnants of a small pinwheel firework, its centre nailed casually to the heart of a living tree.

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