We were ambling up Virginia Street earlier this week and we passed a mother fussing over her child in a stroller. The mother said something to me in heavily accented English and my ears simply wren't attuned to her Slavic intonation. She sounded like she had a cold and was hocking up a huge loogie. What she was actually saying, with some fierce Russian annoyance, was that her toddler was afraid of Cheyenne. Had she been empowered I'd have gone straight to the gulag, not passed go nor would I have collected two hundred bucks for my trouble. Mind you being afraid of Cheyenne sounds like a recipe for a very timid life indeed. Some people know how to enjoy winter in Key West:
The future of commuting for all of us is smaller cars. Europeans pay. Two and a half times as much for. Gas as we do but they still clog their streets and roads with cars. They drive smaller and more fuel efficient cars. Imagine how cheap our commutes would get with 60mpg cars....and how easy to park a car smaller than a full sized truck.
I may get annoyed at the chickens but other people get mad about lots of other stuff in this crowded little town. Like who dumps their trash where, and why.
As a result of this sort of irritation I double bag Cheyenne's droppings and either haul them home on the gas cap of the car or I dump them in a. City trash can. You'd think people would be grateful to see trash in their capacious trash cans rather than littering the streets. However because folk are weird they'd rather wade through garbage than share a four foot tall trash can. It's good for Cheyenne though as you'd be amazed at the amount of food left on the ground. Against all odds dogs are smarter than people 67% of the time, studies show.