7. The Block Party
Ben
The McMurdo Avenue Block Party was a lot bigger than I’d expected. I figured they would close off a street, set up a few tables of potluck food, maybe even have someone rig up a few speakers to a boom box to get some music going.
Simple stuff.
What I hadn’t accounted for was that, like many small towns, Prospero is generally starved for entertainment, and when the opportunity for some fun presents itself, they’ll take it with gusto.
The party itself stretched for two blocks, the ends cut off by parked police cars. The first block (the only one actually on McMurdo Avenue) was lined with card tables covered in more food than I had ever seen. It seemed everybody in town had brought at least one dish in a show of neighborly competition, each trying to outdo the last
