In Writing

I don’t know if this is the first of dozens of posts (it certainly could be), but I see a lot of weird and silly things on my way into New York. Or maybe it’s just this one.

This bus has antennas. The rearview mirrors are on these strange protrusions that seem to me the height of impracticality. Who cleans those things? I’d be crashing those puppies into stuff all the time.


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