He’s a Creep. He’s a Weirdo.

A few blocks from the dollhouse, there’s a spooky old place and its occupant that never fail to rattle me a little when I walk past. Even in the daylight, the house gives me the creeps, but at night I’m often notably startled by the guy who lives there. Seriously, the passing drivers who can’t…

Sounds Expensive

My Element, AKA the road toaster, started making funny noises and vibrating in tight corners this week. The first day, I decided it was maybe a rock lodged somewhere no rock had any business being. On the second day, I started thinking perhaps a mudflap was rubbing when the wheels were really turned. By the…