Somebody had to jump the yellow wheel stops or curb stops … and the curb. Unless they threaded the needle between the yellow wheel stops with one tire, in which case they still had to jump the curb with enough momentum to crush the brick wall. Sadly, this is our church.
On the other hand, I successfully retrieved a 9×13 pan from the bowels of the kitchen. Clare had baked a cake for a funeral luncheon … months ago. It wasn’t missed at home for quite some time, but this was the second time I set off in search of it.
Retired economics professor (“dismal scientist”). Married 40+ years to the love of my life; we have two grown daughters, both married, two granddaughters and a...