Knock, knock; wieners on the grill (or not); a workout; some lame dancing; and the 4th meal…
~Saturday~ The uniformed police officer knocking on the door to the townhouse across from mine, but not getting any answer, made me think of reasons why he’d be doing that: Someone is suspected to be dead inside. To serve a subpoena. To serve an eviction notice. To follow-up on a noise ordinance complaint. What I … Read more