A couple weekends ago. A couple shots of the periphery of a memorial for a fallen firefighter. Shots that would not run with the story.
The boys on skateboards rolled up and stopped to watch. A firefighter asked them to move to another spot more out of the way. They complied, and watched silently with other neighbors. After the casket passed by, I asked them what they'd been up to. They'd been skating boarding at the skate park down the street, but "had to leave when this big kid started saying too many bad words," the youngest one looked up and told me.