One if my across-the-street neighbors has a really wild garden with flowers and statues of Mary and arches and . . . well you get the picture. From across the street these looked like the showy evening primrose, so I had to go take a look. Of course in the suburbs you can never do anything discreetly (have you ever seen the "The Burbs"?) so whole I was trying to unobtrusively take a picture, my next-door neighbor drove by and accused me if picking the flowers. I would never be able to live a life if crime . . . even when I'm innocent I look guilty.
