Quarantine has changed my priorities. No, no, it isn’t anything truly dramatic, don’t worry. Just my musings as I start this short work week from my dining room table, overlooking my bright, sunny backyard. (With the air conditioner running because yeah, summer hit with the force of a Mac truck this year! P.S. – not... Continue Reading →
Road Kill: No Jury Would Convict Me
Dear MDOT (also known as Michigan Department of Transportation—or, in some (many) circles, Michigan Department of Torture), On any given day, my feelings for you are little more than a basic dislike. Sort of like the way I feel about that first mosquito of the evening in the summer, the one that’s warning me that I’ve... Continue Reading →