During an evening walk, I stopped in a cul-de-sac to stretch.
Suddenly, a young girl and her dog bounded outside and planted themselves next to me on the sidewalk, staring ahead into the street. I thought this was weird until a well-groomed dad appeared from the same driveway, wheeling a portable basketball hoop. He rolled it to the corner of the cul-de-sac and ran back into the house. I imagined he was a screenwriter in the middle of something.
The girl started dribbling, and a cat appeared out of nowhere and settled into a good viewing spot. He watched the girl and ball with great interest.
“Is that your cat?” I asked.
“No, it’s our neighbor’s. He likes to watch me practice.”
The girl’s dog got bored and went inside, but the cat stayed.
Chupa and his friend Jonic spent the evening singing and jamming along to Daniel Caesar’s “Get You,” which requires a lot of falsetto and features the lyric, “everything I need's . . . between . . . those thighs.”