As I write, I'm drinking lukewarm coffee and watching daytime television. Confined to the waiting room of a local auto shop, I'm waiting to have a taillight fixed.
The broken taillight had slipped my mind for weeks -- maybe even months -- steadily creeping down my to-do list in favor of more pressing tasks. But my memory was jogged late Tuesday night after readingan article in theNew YorkRead more...
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