Working out what to write today, listening to Madeleine Peyroux, gathering myself to go do Pilates with my friend Julie. Write what it was, not how you think it should look.

Parking wars

There is a parking lot near where we live, right in the middle of several businesses we patronize. It’s run by someone who, so the apocryphal stories go, thinks that the way to domination over the local business community is to watch the lot like a hawk, and tow anyone who hasn’t paid up right away. Well, Continue reading Parking wars