My first scrape makes me official

The white vehicle was perilously close to the yellow line when I returned with my Chinese takeout Friday, so I swung the Chevy Cruze more to the right than usual. Too far. The sound of the scrape sickened me. For the first time in the nine months I’d been parking in the library’s underground parking…

I’ll walk you to your car, dear

With working downtown comes parking downtown. A year ago, the company that followed the big daily changed locations, and my dear wife Karen decided after a few months of parking in the old surface lot behind the former building to switch to a new multi-leveled garage blocks closer to the new office. It was good…