At a certain point one imagines a pothole ceases to be that, and enters the realm of archeology or time travel, the road returned to an earlier state of being. Driving that stretch there of Logan just on the Target side of Western Ave is like a quick trip through some street level museum.
At Target I bought: an 8″ skillet for to eggmake along with Jet Dry for my dishwashing contraption, which WORKS, the Jet Dry. My whites are whiter or whatever’s the case. I also purchased a birthday card for my nephew who at this point last year nearly became a Leap Year Baby, but was saved by his mother from what would surely have been some kind of pschological bumpiness. I imagine. There is no chance whatsoever that the card will arrive in time for his birthday Sunday.