Second Avenue

Today, when I left the house to drive to work, I noticed six gray and blue balloons, tightly tied together, lying in the driveway. The bundle looked like the pi-bond electron shells for some exotic organic chemical - acetylene, or something.

Well, that's better than last week's Great Porn Crisis. Someone cut a men's magazine into innumerable strips by the garbage cans, which the wind subsequently took and plastered the driveway in alluring 976 chat line advertisements. Young vixen still appeal from every nook and cranny by the peach tree.

Peter next-door is leaving: he's purchased a house. On the other side, a bike-riding woman has moved in. It must be springtime!