Double Flee A

Looks like somebody slashed my tires, plural. Two of them. They got one of Joyce's, and about fifty other tires around the neighborhood. Ah, city livin'. Rumor has it the police either have or have released and know who is the perp. It'd be nice to say "heads are going to roll" and mean it, but nothing will probably happen, other than me buying new tires. Grr.

On the positive side, Saint Paul was beautiful today for "grand old days", a street fair on Grand Avenue. Really nice over there, totally packed with people. Hot and sunburny. Music-y and beer-scented. By the time we left it was the kind of thing where very frequently you touch arms with strangers, and it's a pretty big touch, we were so packed onto the street. But those guys, all of them, are your fellow citizens, the ones that vote and have feelings and that the law is set up to protect if they're accused of something they didn't do, so it wasn't so bad touching their arms. They might give me a hand some time when I need help getting my car started. Which will be a while longer now.

posted by dale @ 10:38 PM