For Groundhog
“Hey David.” A man with a cane walked slowly over towards me in our community garden, Maria Sola Green Space. “Did you get that article I sent you?”
“Which one?” I had to clarify to George, as he sent me articles in spurts, none for two weeks, then four on the same day.
“The ones from my email. It starts with groundhog. That’s what all my friends call me.”
“Yeah, I saw a few. I read parts of most of them.” I gave an honest response.
“In particular I wanted to discuss the New York Times article about the ‘native vs non-native’ plants debate.” As George said this, he raised his hands up into air quotes, his cane hanging from his wrist by its strap.
