The air we breathe

Dear President Biden, Diesel fuel fumes are wafting through the front windows from the huge dump truck that’s dumping a ginormous pile of gravel, dirt, or asphalt (not sure which this morning) in front of our house. It’s also incredibly loud when the trucks are getting in gear and drivers have to floor it to …

Do no harm

Dear President Biden, This morning, on the return leg of my walk, I crossed one of the light arterials in the neighborhood and on the far side of the street saw what looked like a stick covered with crushed peppermint candy heading north. Seriously. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that it was a six-inch …

Weevils and worms

Dear President Biden, This morning I started a cup of dried chickpeas soaking in water so I could make falafel for dinner tonight. It was to be a Sunday treat – “was” being the operative word here. After several hours I looked into the bowl to check on the plumping progress and noticed some weird …

Braids and hearts

Dear President Biden, The center panel of the above-the-fold section of the online WP this morning holds three stories about Black men who were killed or brutalized by police. From top to bottom they include: 1) the story of Anton Wright, a 19-year old mentally ill young man who died under the weight of three …