On a trip to Florida in early spring, I inadvertently discovered the place where the sidewalk ends. To the disappointment of imaginative children everywhere, it doesn't drop off into a world of wonder. It leads to a patch of crab grass just off the pavement of a public parking lot. Now you know why it is I prefer to live in fiction.
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.