Thursday, 25 April 2002 | Another neighborhood

I think Michael's got me beat. He lives in a "nicer" neighborhood than I do, and a few days ago, a cab driver got stabbed in front of his house and left blood all over his front porch. (Apparently the cab driver is fine.) You'd think that with all of the crime I've been hearing about lately, that I would at least have some of the core benefits of living in a city. But you'd be wrong about that.

Ginna's in town for a couple of days, here to pick up her car and take it to Alaska with her. Had things worked out better, I'd be helping her drive it across the country, visiting friends in Chicago and Seattle, adding a state to the list, watching the land swell and straighten underneath the tires. I think it'd be good for me to get out of here and to find that reset button, which I suspect is hiding somewhere in the middle of Nebraska.