Last working day of the year, and it had an inauspicious beginning. Made the turn onto Broadway from Baxter and heard a rhythmic thumping sound start up. Dammit, a flat tire, I thought, and pulled into a church parking lot to get a look. Not flat yet, but it wouldn't be long - a bolt imbedded in the tread. Not near the sidewall, fortunately. There'
(
Read more... )