Why I love life on the ground

This evening, as I walked through Little Saigon toward home, a sweet-faced kid tried to sell me an Amway lip gloss–with a lighted wand and built-in mirror–out of his backpack.

Drivers: What you got?

One thought on “Why I love life on the ground

  1. jkh1948

    Good to see you post something, especially something sweet. My daughter had a similar experience early on Monday (She has just rejoined the cadre of bus commuters) morning. On her way to the D Line’s northernmost stop she encountered a doe wandering the neighborhood. Amazing that we still have wildlife amid our urban density.

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