Sunday, February 1, 2009

Cribbage at Terminal Island...

From DD Behind The Wall:

"..."15-2, 15-4, and a pair for 6"

Usually, pegging 6 points in cribbage on the south yard with my cribbage group arouse some flak and trash talk. But not today.

South Yard has a nice view of the Long Beach Harbor. Pigeons make their cooing noises as one older man feeds peanuts to them. Oddly quiet on a Thursday afternoon, there is tension in the air. Today there is less "human noise" and only the pigeons, slapping of dominoes, and the strangely calming clink-clank coming from the weight pile can be heard. If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can hear past the barbed wire and hear the beep-boop-beep-boop of the cranes loading my Thursday friend, Hapag-Lloyd.

However, we are all waiting; waiting for last year to happen again. It was unforgettable for those who were there and re-counted it in vivid detail for those who were not. Watching TV, someone changed the channel, and a fist pummeled into the nose of the offender. The offender scurried out and the assailant pursued with ferocious fervor. An ill-equipped female guard pleaded on deaf ears to stop the melee. The red panic button she carried was pressed into the shell of her walkie-talkie and Guard Tower 2 responded...'

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