by Gary Christenson
Miles Franklin sponsored this article by Gary Christenson. The opinions and fantasies are his.
Intense sunshine beamed down upon the canyons of Wall Street, illuminating potholes, dark alleys, secrets and mass delusions. Most people paid no attention because phones, the impeachment circus, Facebook posts, stock prices, and money worries distracted them.
It was a normal day.
I took a random walk down Wall Street, checked my phone for useless news and accidentally stepped into a cosmic wormhole or time-warp.
Perhaps it was only a deep hole in the sidewalk.