gave my bike a tune-up. He was sitting quietly in the shade. He is, after all, a "Shade Tree Mechanic", as advertised on his handy-dandy cart. He is a Goatville Mechanic (that makes me smile), and in an hour my bike was awesomely tuned. No more squeaky brakes or slow, heavy pedaling. It's a miracle! And Joel is super sweet. His daughter is a photographer. She's working on photos of folks sleeping in the New York City subways. That's lot of film.
Oh, and the weirdest thing happened. I left my house with a postcard in hand, and lo and behold, when I went to leave it...it was gone! Disappeared! No longer there!
So, I walked back home and got another postcard, carefully surveying the streets to see if I had dropped the first one somewhere, but I think someone picked it up. I didn't even get a photo of it! Here's the second one, which I left daintily propped in the ivy.
Oh, and the weirdest thing happened. I left my house with a postcard in hand, and lo and behold, when I went to leave it...it was gone! Disappeared! No longer there!
So, I walked back home and got another postcard, carefully surveying the streets to see if I had dropped the first one somewhere, but I think someone picked it up. I didn't even get a photo of it! Here's the second one, which I left daintily propped in the ivy.
I guess you lose some and you win some...
