Marbles

On the corner of mission and Buena creek, in the current location of the Buena creek sprinter station, was a wedge shaped building my fellow bus riders nicknamed the crazy house. One year in school the game and hobby of collecting marbles was big at my school. As an offering to the crazy house we would through a marble out into an open space adjacent the the crazy house. I can’t remember how this started, but it may have been a child like attempt to help the crazy house “find its marbles”. I think about how many marbles we must have thrown out the window and I image myself digging and hunting for my own long lost marbles.