I went to the garage basement, to our storage room. I found the fleet of parking enforcement cars. I thought I was alone, until I noticed people sitting in them. Just staring out through the windshields.
As I walked through the living graveyard, a woman got out of her fleet car and offered me some potatoes. And a bag to put them in. I like free food, so I took her up on it.
I went back to my office and wondered, "What the fuck did I just see?"
So in order to properly and happily ponder that, I walked across the street to this cluster of Victorian homes, (which my company also manages) left over from an earlier heyday.
Though Oakland's back people!
Tonight I'm taking the kids up for a picnic with the horses.
Life is as interesting and beautiful as you make it. I'm entertained.
Now back to my desk. I'm drafting a master contract. Practicing law again. With an inactive license. Should probably write the Bar a letter and reactivate. It's as simple as that. These are strange times. And I like it that way.