No Fear, My Dear

No on-street parking tomorrow or Sunday because of the Soap Box Derby on Gilbert Avenue. Seriously. I'll let you know how it turns out. Roll Tide. So this means I'm forced to park the Explorer on a side street, way out of view. This makes me ultra-paranoid because of the recent break-in. That happened right in front of my house. What's going to happen when it's out of sight on the next street over? No other options to work with here, so I reluctantly move the car.

As I walk away after parking the vehicle, still thinking how it would suck to get another broken window fixed, I see a bumper sticker on the back of some hippie's car that reads . . .


I smile.