August 17, 2023, Thursday—
Driving home from work, I thought, you don’t get a shift deferential for living in Produce.
“Produce” as in the warehouse, which is kept really cold. It’s not as cold as the freezer warehouse at 20° below, but it’s also still September. I mean, August. Though, not complaining. I’d rather my summers be in the windy 60°s.
Falls and winters are something else altogether.
Photo: South Plymouth Ave, me trying to figure out why Jason Lee’s suburban scapes are so pretty