I had no idea why they arrested Johnny Z and I did not know what he was referring to by "that" or, for that matter by "do". I said "Ummmmm", again.
So I decided to say, "I have no idea why they arrested him but I know him and I wouldn't call him a 'perp'". When I stopped he said, "Ok,
whatever...but how did you do that?"
"Do what?" I asked back. He leaned close to me and spoke slowly, as if I was mentally challenged or something,
"How...did...you...move...that...block?" The other 3 guys all leaned close too. Their expressions expectant, as if they were about to learn the
meaning of life. "I didn't move that block", I shot back, "You guys put it there. You guys moved it." "No # we put it there", was the clearly
flustered response. "We'll show you, get in the truck."
I climbed in to the spacious rear seat of the cab and slid over as two climed in with me and the other two occupied the front. "Look", said the
driver as he turned over the deisel engine, put her in gear and drove toward the block "we put it there but we saw it move when we heard that weird
static. You all were right there, looking right at the block. You had to see it move." I had to admit, I was right there.
The "static" he mentioned was certainly the shush...in f sharp. But, as I then explained, "I wasn't looking at the block. I was looking at my cue."
"What the # are you talking about now?" he asked. The situation was utterly confusing. I was about to go into a long explanation about Johnny Z and
chi and flashmobs and the cues and the shush when the guy sitting next to me gave me a semi-aggressive shove. "I don't care what you were looking at,
get out." We had traversed the 200 or so yards to the block. We all got out and they practically frog-marched me to the block. Pointing at the
ground one of them declared, "Right there." I looked. "See that depression...that's where the block was." I saw it. The depression was almost two
inches deep and clearly new. It was wetter in the bottom as it seemed water had just been squeazed into the upper layer of ground there. I asked,
"Didn't you guys do that when you put it here this morning?" They all laughed.
"Look, we put a block like that down and it stays right where we put it. You think we're gonna adjust it like some kind of sofa in your living room?
To put this thing back on the truck we're gonna have to dig under it for the lift. It's gonna make a mess all around it. If we move this thing,
there's gonna be a mess. Do you see a mess?" I did not see a mess. "Now, tell us, how did you move this thing like that?"
I looked at the depression again. For that depression to be there the block had to have been moved about two feet. Two feet in the direction that we
stepped on the second green cue.
I told them, "Ok, I can explain, I think." I looked back to the parking lot. "I have to get something from my car first", I told them. "I'll be
I walked all the way back to my car, got in and drove away. I probably shouldn't have done that to them but I was not really that invested in
explaining the whole thing to those guys. They had work to do anyway. And I wanted to get online to see what was happening at Zflash.com.
When I logged in there was about 100 pages of stuff about that day already posted. Everybody had a lot to say about the weird sensation, about Johnny
falling off the block, about the cops about everything. Everything except the block itself. Nobody claimed to have seen it move. Nobody was paying
attention to it. Just like me, they were all in deep concentration watching for the cues and thinking about taking that step.
Nobody had a clue about what happened to Johnny. All the local police stations had been called and/or visited by many of the mobsters but nobody they
spoke to knew anything.
A lot of the mobsters that day were also friends of mine and in the weeks afterward I brought up the block with them. I never really came out and
said it appeared that it moved but no answers to my cleverly worded leading questions came back with anything like, "Did you see that block when it
moved?" Nothing even close to that. Nobody said they saw it except the four guys who put it there. But, I'm pretty sure it moved.
Now, when I shush somebody, I always make sure I raise my index finger to my lips...pointing straight up. I wonder how long people have been doing it
that way and how it ever got started.
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