June 2009
1 post
Small children and Ambient PM
I was doing my laundry one afternoon in my apartment building. It was a hot summer afternoon and I could here the jingling of bells signaling that the shaved ice vendor was passing. As I quickly stuffed a last load of laundry into one of the industrial sized dryers, a small girl with straight hair and thick glasses approached me to seemingly study my haphazard laundering technique. Her neck was...