Apparently not.
Yesterday I wrote in this blog about the parking lot known as Chicago’s Edens Expressway. Tonight I cheerfully got on the Edens. Sat there, parked, buring three buck-a-gallon gas.
I need to pay more attention to what I write.
Apparently not.
Yesterday I wrote in this blog about the parking lot known as Chicago’s Edens Expressway. Tonight I cheerfully got on the Edens. Sat there, parked, buring three buck-a-gallon gas.
I need to pay more attention to what I write.