So where’d you park the car, Max?”I don’t know. I couldn’t see over the wheel.”That’s okay. I think I can smell it.

You wouldn’t even know they were there. No noise, no roaring cars through the parking lot. They aren’t loud or boisterous. I don’t think the community could be any more pleased.

They are taking good care of the grounds, drainage isn’t an issue, and they even replaced some of the shrubbery that died because of the weather. (The dinner) was something we talked about when they...

A zebra can’t drive a moon-buggy. Or any other sort of car for that matter.

Creative people who have made their seemingly most self-indulgent artistic whims into a career.