Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks
when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
No, not a cat. Not a shop window. A nap. A neighbor who doesn't rev the scooter engine at 6:30 a.m. A weather pattern that's quiet all night. An immunity from hearing weird clicks and crashes in the lathe and plaster.