The Kids Are Alright.* I saw the most wholesome thing on our morning walk: three boys who'd screwed wheels to the bottom of a wooden shipping crate and were taking turns pulling each other around the neighborhood. Kludged together and slightly dangerous, it was like a scene from a century ago. Like an "Our Gang" gag. I couldn't have been more delighted.
If you're driving through a residential neighborhood, slow down and don't cut corners. You never know what's coming around the bend.
*copyright 1965, The Who
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