Bus observations, a stamp d’oh, some time with Kevin, and dinner w/Joe…
A woman got on the bus this morning on Gorman Street, on just the other side of Western Blvd, and I’m not saying that her boot heels were quite at the sharpness of stilettos, but she had cleanly pierced a leaf that had become an unflattering, unbeknowst to her, part of her outfit—not unlike some … Read more