They’d needed milk, and bananas. Milk badly. She always needs a splash for her tea. I’ll go, she’d insisted. Now, on the way home, she hoists two over-filled plastic bags down their street. When she feels her back hunching, she stops at a stone wall to rearrange the load. Counts steps to the end of the last two blocks, lowers the bags and rubs the reddened palms of her hands. A woman with a too small dog passes on her left. Back home, when she has to stack last night’s dishes into the dishwasher for space on the counter, she slams the door shut. Pulls the bags up. Milk, blueberries, that so heavy cabbage. The two jars of pesto on sale. Did you get spaghetti? Yup. He half stands up looking. Aren’t you afraid the ice-cream will melt? I can’t put all this stuff away yet. This refrigerator is filthy. We stayed up too late last night. I know. Don’t you want to sit down? I’ve got to do this. He goes back to his podcast. She push...
The Palmville Globe Volume 2 Number 38 Man Avoids Bicyclist Joe McDonnell, 79 and residing in Palmville Township, Minnesota, recently avoided running into a man on an electric bike. "These electric bikes seem dangerous to me," McDonnell tells the press. "They give the driver a false sense of security. Recently I was turning from a busy street onto a quiet side street when a middle aged man in a red jumpsuit riding a motorized bike came driving toward me on the sidewalk. I slowed to let him go in front of me but he turned to go behind me so I kept going, then he turned suddenly to go in front so I slowed to let him by. As we got closer, he kept turning his front wheel back and forth indecisively. Then at the last second, he zipped behind me and disappeared." In a later communication, McDonnell reports that his passenger, as soon as the danger had passed, said, "With that jumpsuit, he looked like an escapee from the jail." McDonnell says that his friend...