It was a relief to walk around in a more regular neighborhood. By regular I mean less fancy. But people were sitting on their porches and chatting and said hi to me when I walked by, even though I wasn’t from around there. Nobody goes outside the house where I live with The Child, except to scurry down the driveway to get into the Hummer that’s too big for the garage.
Things looked familiar where I walked and people there don’t have a lot to spare. But it doesn’t mean they’re not generous. Look:
Free for the taking. There’s some joke in there about organ donors, but my tank is empty and I lack joking stamina right now.
Meanwhile, I’m looking into my moonlighting options. Next stop, Kraft Foods on the other other side of the tracks. There's a lot of tracks in Champaign.
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