It started with a fortuitous drop of a radish into the split-leather pouch of my trusty slingshot. Fast forward two decades. This is a running compilation of snapshots and notes from days gone by.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
One flick good. Two flicks better. Three flicks bad.
I reach my arm out the window to flick excess ice off the wiper. The first wiper pass and flick worked. The second, even better. On the third, I flicked and it was gone.
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