There are two tonight- two ambulances, red lights illuminating the dark neighborhood as they make their weekly trip to the old folks home at the end of the street. This could be the end of eight decades for someone for a neighbor of mine. Could be one less crazy old woman walking down the street shouting at the neighborhood dogs (and mailboxes). The lights fade from view as they cross 9th. A tear falls to my desk as I wonder "who was that? what ended tonight?" and as I lay down and roll over to stare at the wall I imagine who they could have been.