ON THE FLATS
The flat tire began with a warning, “Low Tire Pressure,” appearing on the dashboard of my car and quickly accelerated or decelerated to “clank, clank, clank” as the metal wheel and the asphalt pavement joined in a cacophonous symphony, “Ode To A Flat Tire.” Cautiously we exited the Northway where a sign proclaimed, “Saratoga…
Sheltering with the Loons 