She’d posted an unusual Facebook post with three photos that morning. The first, a frying pan, filled with blackened, smoking chicken. The second, a dozen eggs, shattered on the floor. The third, a red fire engine in the driveway. And no explanation. I was concerned for her safety, even her psychological well being. I didn’t see the…
If Toilets Could Talk
I think we can all safely agree it’s a good thing toilets can’t talk. A very good thing. And this isn’t going where you think it is…. I live in a small New England city. And for such a small city, we have an amazingly large amount of sticky red tape to snip snip through to…
