From the Salmon

The last few days at work have been particularly draining. So even though it would only take a few minutes, I still haven’t bothered to fix the flat on my bike. Which means last night found me walking home from work once again.

As I passed a small elementary school, I noticed someone’s homework assignment blown up against a fence. It appeared to be an ode on the passage from spring to summer. I won’t quote the whole thing to you, but let me at least tell you how how the piece begins:

I like Spring because it’s good.
I played outside and whore shorts....

Kids grow up so fast these days.