The Doorbell Rang and Like Rubin,
I Could Finally See the Signs
Monday, June 1st, 2009
It was the Monday morning after the Kentucky Derby when the doorbell rang. Standing there with her orange plexiglass clipboard was a twenty-something strawberry blonde asking if I would like my street number painted on the curb for a donation, the amount being of my own choosing. While I hesitated, what cinched the deal in […]
