Take my car….

Yesterday I had my car towed. It was my own silly fault. A sign that was obscured by the branches of a tree told me that every fourth Thursday the street would be swept, and I thought it was Wednesday (the Memorial Day holiday threw me off stride).

A very cheery gent on the end of the phone told me where I could find it, so I walked a mile or so home, got out the bicycle, and pedaled off to reclaim the fifteen year old Buick in question. I got quite a lot of exercise that day. During the phone