Everyday if the weather is good I take Sean out for a walk. The walk is more for me, I enjoy the chance to get out and the walking is counted as therapy for my healing leg. I take the same route most days which allows me take in my surroundings. Generally I notice if the bushes in the apartment complexes are trimmed. Today I saw a truly-dead opossum… like dead-dead. What I really wonder about is the dick drawings scrawled on the pavement. What the hell is that about? Whatever happened to good old hopscotch squares?