The Waivers Wrap - Week 4
THE WAIVERS WRAP – BY SUE NAMI Waiverton. Implacable late-September weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth. Smoke lowering down from mountainside stacks, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow flakes gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Tackling dummies, scarcely better. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street corners, where thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if the day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest. Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows through brown valleys; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the wat...