“Maybe It’ll Be Fine Eventually” And Other…

The westbound traffic started jamming up on Liberty Street at Abercorn last Friday evening, the sun spilling out a syrupy, haaay it’s the weekend glow as it slid down the sky with a slow shimmy. “Maybe it’ll clear up after this stoplight,” murmured Mark as my little old lady Mercedes dodged the long shadows of horse carriages, pedicabs, and pedestrians to inch towards MLK Blvd., only to see the snake of brake lights ahead on Louisville Road.

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