The continuing story of the red half-ton truck.

Needless to say, after oversleeping and all this morning, I was out the door a little late. Who, dear reader, is pulling down Wolcott like the idiot yahoo he is? Mr. Red Half-Ton Toyota truck himself. The guy who lost his topper one morning, and after it stayed on my streetcurb for a few days, it was hauled away by someone else.

I watched him as he motored up Wolcott, then turned on my street, again, without stopping at the stopsign. Fortunately for me, I had already crossed and was standing on the corner, giving him the finger. I am nothing if not expressive of my emotions.