The fuck? Is this a real story? My husband tosses the cats 2-3 of those when he gets up, they still eat normally and never ask me for them. And one of them is a motherfucker who will try to steal the salmon or chicken if we cook either of those, and the other will tear into the dog food bag if we don’t decant it into a stronger container. They do request catnip at teatime if I’m home. The cabinet door doesn’t even close all the way, they really and truly don’t care, they leave it alone. I’ve never had a cat react that way to those treats.

My brother used to say that if you had enough of those dividers you could solve every property dispute because nobody violates that line.

Sure, but we also drank in parking lots because there was nothing to do, had guys physically grabbing at us instead of just yelling stuff, got bullied in school more, and the violent crime rate was something like 10x what it is now. Oh, and our friends were dying of AIDS as well. And the bay was polluted, and downtown was so dead we could walk around it like a ghost town.

I will never understand nostalgia. There are good things and bad things about every time. But even with the fuckers trying to pull us backwards now, there has been progress.

Ha! I needed baguettes, got two and tossed them in the bike basket, feeling so European, until one loaf bounced out and was run over by a car, at which point I felt oh so American!