Why I Love My Downtown Neighbors

My two favorite memories from yesterday were

(1) when I drove downtown past a group of junior high kids on a field trip right when a skinny, smiling boy stuck his hitchhikin' thumb out into the street and a split second later his squat little teacher yanked him off the curb by the neck, and

(2) when minutes later a Beyoncé-blasting SUV slid up alongside my Saab at a red light, drowning out Matt Costa's acoustic sunshine to my soul, so I turned to see who was responsible for all that ruckus and was jolted with the sight of Mr. Lumberjack w/ the Red Goatee belting out the lyrics just slightly louder than his female vocalist counterpart.


And it all happened in one long sentence.