Some people strive for a higher purpose and to make a difference in this world. But sometimes it's best not to bother and revel in the despair of it all. That's what I did this morning as I ventured forth into the miasma of Fort Sanders this rainy, dreary dawn.
No, reader, this isn't a cornor in Calcutta. It's in the Fort, of course! I'd like to hear what the boys from dumpster company say when they come upon this scene on Monday morn. It would make good copy.
I'm struck by all the abandoned foot-wear littering the streets. It looks like the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz was on the Henley Street Bridge last night.
