It's just before 10 on Saturday morning. I'm sitting here on my back deck. The fountain is running. The squirrels are playing. I'm updating my Facebook and checking out my blogging homies. Everything is just ducky.
Then what the hell? The sound of some kind of gas-powered motor. I run upstairs to look out the back window and it's exactly what I expect to see - some fool two backyards away throwing up dirt and debris with a leaf blower.
I can still hear him as he moves down the street. Those things are banned in the city of Los Angeles. But nobody cares. I care. But I'm not going to chase him down and wrest it from his hands.
I hate those things. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em.
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