"Are you in, or out?" Where rest stops and final resting takes place.

"Your call": More accurately, a response to the question that probably first got asked when your parent saw you holding the door open, lingering, longer than necessary, even to the degree..."you're wasting energy, would you make up your mind, whether you're coming or going...?!" And then, finally, upon arrival at what might end up to be your last stop..."Are you staying or going...?" As in "just visiting" or becoming a "resident". Which may or may not be your choice, depending on "prior conditions"...

"Call ahead" What the principal, in whose office we had a gas! wishes we had done (as in prior warning), entered without an invite a space that which he grudgingly shared, then gladly vacated (see 1/17 post-it note for the whole break-down) and then gave way to even more occupation, of the sacred ground upon which our forefathers more than likely enjoyed recess! A strong tradition that we seek to sustain, now that we regained our footing (literally). But first we are going to the source, to find out just what might have paved the way to such a beautiful thing, hallowed play-ground -- once a prized possession that left unattended to, eventually went to pot (in the most literal sense as in "growers"). Who sold us out?! Let's go and find out...

"Come calling" As in "come to find out" which is what we told them, in order to gain entry...into what was curiously quiet on the outside, except a few "yard birds" that somehow found their way to the grassy knoll (if you get this reference, UR showing your age)...in the semi-circular driveway that, in turns out, was designed in such a way to keep them from going astray...simply going around in circles until they found their way back in...weird all around, if you ask us. Never been to such a place. One where some of those we gained access to, told us were there..."to finally get some well deserved rest"...whereas others dropped off at this place they came to call their "Hotel California"...you can sign out anytime but can't actually leave...unless attended by an attendant. Boring as all Hell (get the metaphorical messages...about "being careful what you wish for"...?)...Giving way to...

"Come now, do tell..." Two different dualities that both show a degree of surprise, that leave a question still begging..."Tell us more about how you, your generation gave up ground, what landed you here. How you didn't even notice when we stole "Pickle Ball' Right from under your noses...made it ours after you claimed it as mainly a game for the ages..."Not your grandfather's pickle ball anymore...it's now electrifying...!" Which is why, we supposed, that once we made it past the first set of doors, there was a virtual labyrinth, the guide to which was only know by the few who resided in the inner sanctum. Their new sacred ground where only gray matters -- their new form of recess! where instead of a bell heralding both the beginning and the end...it's time for "B-I-N-G-O!" "It's about all WE have left, after all has been taken..." Complete with chairing section! Unfamiliar territory to us (all about) ME gens. Taken aback...

Going in, to the heart of the matter: What we came to find out, had our answers and about to leave. Only one more thing to do, in order to exact revenge for all the wrongdoing throughout the ages...to get even for them kicking the can down the road, generation after generation...

"You're coming with us" (sounds more like a demand than request, if you ask me) As in..."We need one more to even up the sides at recess! anyone want to join us...don't all get up at once..." Not what you expected eh? Well, you always told us to "expect, respect, thee..."

"Once and for all" (who read this): What are you waiting for...a-trophy?! Time to get back in the game, before you get timed out... 

"Asked and answered" If recess! still means going out, then I'm all in...

Final playground installation: "Perpetually Protecting Prized Possessions"