Driving around Tucson, I see things that make me think. I thought I’d share some of them with you.
This is a crazy guy’s house. He lives in what would be, if it weren’t for him, a nice neighborhood. According to one homeowner I talked to, city police won’t cite the fellow because the subdivision is county, not city. The county sheriff has some other excuse. Meanwhile, Mr. Crazy keeps piling garbage (carpet remnants, mostly) higher and higher. It’s not my problem, thank God, but I drive through this neighborhood a couple of times a week, and I think I’ll keep an eye on the situation. I bet some of the neighbors are ready to kill this guy, if that’s what it takes.
Courage. And foolhardiness. All on one rear window. I wanted to catch up with him and ask him what the cops did to make him so mad, but decided it would be better to stay two car-lengths back.
This may not show up well, but there’s this arm thing people do. I’ve tried it, resting my elbow on the windowsill and letting my forearm hang, and it isn’t comfortable. Or natural. Are some people built differently? Like double-jointed at the elbow?
I keep my camera in the car now, and I’ll look for other interesting things to show you.
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