stop! in the name of love

When unhappy thoughts start to get you down, so the self-help books say, you should imagine a big STOP sign, and they will stop. Often though our minds are like cyclists, who think that stop signs are things that happen to other people. In Davis, the cops like to hide out on street corners and sting cyclists who flout this basic law. This is especialy common in September and October, when there are lots of new college students cycling around town. I always stop at the stop sign, personally. Ain’t gonna catch me out. The people right behind me sometimes don’t, though. Anyway, this is the corner of 2nd and E Streets, Davis, on a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon.
Today is Friday the 13th, folks. Unlucky for some. I, however, am happy today because I became an uncle yet again; welcome to the world, Sonny James!