Our stoop sale on Saturday, which coincided with the street's block party, was a total, balls-out Stoopapoolooza. Bubbles, sidewalk chalk, kids on bikes and trikes and scooters and skateboards. Selling lemonade. Selling my mother's accounting textbooks from 1971. Playing beach ball on the asphalt. There is no more simple an equation for joy as closing a street to traffic and letting the kids loose. As my son said over and over again, "This was the bestest block party ever!"
See for yourself.