Milo’s Curse
As you turn the corner from McKinley onto Morton and walk straight ahead for two blocks, you’ll notice another road creeping up on your left as you pass the old Indian Baptist church. Like one of those dogs that becomes your companion without hoping you’ll notice, it just slips up to your side and sets your course different than the one you started.
That road they call “Division” now, because people got tired of telling the story of its real name, maybe for fear it would scare the strollers away.
You see, there was a day when Morton and Division were truly just one lane, not two; and you took that lane to get from the cable rail on McKinley back into the houses in the woods.
Back then there weren’t many streets at all on McKinley Hill. And for local boys, there wasn’t much time for much but mischief!
© Copyright 2010. Kalina Kucera. All Rights Reserved.
About the Author
Kali Kucera
Kali has been creating stories, plays, operas, and other imaginative experiences for over 40 years. After serving as a performer, educator, publisher, activist, and mobilizer, including founding the Tacoma Poet Laureate program, Kali emigrated to Ecuador to open a new frontier of his creative life, where he continues to write stories today. For more information, see https://papakali.com/about-papakali-2/.