August 29, 2019
If you'd noticed at all, here's how you might have interpreted what happened outside my home recently: Oh, a car with out-of-state plates. Someone in the neighborhood must have guests. End of story.
But if you're me and you read too many mystery novels, here's how it would have gone. In fact, here's a mercifully-shortened version of how it did go:
Day 1: Oh, a black car with out-of-state plates. Someone in the neighborhood must have a guest-just one. The car is too full for passengers. Maybe he's moving. Yes, it's a he; there's a pair of men's sneakers on the front seat. (I looked.) And he'...