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And 2, it now dawns on me that even if, somewhere down the lovely road of life, I wish to re-read a book I have given away, I can get a new copy from Amazon toot suite or even faster on the old Kindle.
That's that. And then, we left to take a nice walk on a brisk March day, and headed for the 1/4-mile track at my alma mater Towson High School. It was a perfect day to walk four times around the track while overhearing bits of conversation among lacrosse moms that one might not hear anywhere else in the world ("Kelly wants to dye his hair green for St Patrick's Day but I'm afraid it might stain the inside of his helmet") and seeing boys and girls playing Maryland's great game on a synthetic turf field.
But. Someone has to tell me why, on the walk from the parking lot to the track, I had to deal with people letting their dogs run loose on the school campus. The law is quite clear in our county that all dogs and cats off the owner's property must be on a leash. You can hold that page in the county code up to the light, turn it upside down and backwards, and you'll never find an asterisk* that says "All animals have to be on a leash except for Stinky, because everyone loves him when he comes running up to you and places his muddy paws on your shoulders and slobbers down your back." If you want to let your dog run free, either buy some acreage out in the country, or take Stinky to one of the county dog runs.
Everybody thinks everybody loves their dog, and everybody is quite wrong quite often, if the dog is running loose.