Short Days, Dangerous Crosswalks, Too Many Books

The winter solstice is behind us, so each day is two minutes longer as we creep our way out of the dark nights of winter.  In the meantime, I must remember to take off my sunglasses after following along the freeway sound wall and turning onto the mile-long road to my court. The ten-block drive… Continue reading Short Days, Dangerous Crosswalks, Too Many Books