Finals

Crows have an air-base somewhere in my neighborhood. On gray mornings like this one - typical of California in June - when everything seems so still, their cawing sounds very loud, and these days there's groups of half a dozen or more, squabbling and cursing at each other as they sit on the house-tops and telephone lines. I think they're the spring's nestlings, grown up and hanging out and thinking they're way cooler than they are, sort of like the students around the coffee-shop at the colle...