Candy bar wrappers mixed with leaves swept on a sidewalk. Kids leave a trail. Porchlights and streetlights start to turn on. A hazed blue shadows over concrete. The bouncing of a basketball is heard in the distance. Moms yell that it’s dinner time. A pot roast in the oven. Ranch Style salad dressing on tables throughout a suburban landscape. Houses with aluminum siding and clean gutters. Friday night will be here soon enough.

Parents file into a football stadium at the local high school. Kids in uniforms are doing jumping jacks on the twenty yard line. Slapping each other on the helmet with a bulldog on the side. Pounding pads with fists and yelling out, yeah, yeah, yeah. A prayer is said, and the flag is presented. All rise and remove your hats. Hands over hearts.

Under bleechers, boys and girls make out as the band plays Horse. A referee whistles, and the coach complains. Dads, yell, and moms talk about homecoming. What dress will she wear? Will her boy be named king?

Find out tomorrow. Same suburban time. Same suburban channel.