"The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour." ~Charles Dickens
I watched as the rusty red car careened around the corner, wobbling and screeching—it headed straight toward me through the red light before jamming the wheel left and racing on down the street. Somehow my heart didn’t even pick up speed at what normally would have been a gasping and breath-catching experience. I shook my head as the light finally turned green, and I carried on to my destination. I turned up my radio a little louder and smiled. Perfect! “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” Yup, that’s just another day living in New Haven…
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