Very strange morning run uptown. Ray’s Village Food Mart has been replaced in part by CVS; the changes more subconsciously in place than what I’d guessed. Came out of CVS and was shocked to find my car door was locked. I used to leave the car running in the winter any place I’d stop in town without a thought.
Ralph at the post office complains about my written capital F on five dollars on my check. He says it looks like a nine. Says he might have trouble and haven’t I run into this before. No, I say. "That’s your F?" he asks. "Yes," I tell him, "and I’ve been through the penmanship of nuns in Catholic grade school, and my company name is Frame Artisan so I’ve written it that way for nearly sixteen years. F was never my most favorite written capital letter; neither is G.
Funny how life turns out.
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