The down low on the high rise Now, how ’bout that summer solstice, everybody! Exactly 14 hours, 18 minutes and 46 seconds of yawning daylength bridging sunrise to sunset, followed by a full moon to boot!
Why, one could practically spend 24 hours solid reading Dr. Seuss along the shoals of Turtle Creek and not even need a jar of fireflies!
Let’s just get creek-running in the good old summertime right to it, shall we? Dear Howard: The world, overnight, has gone totally batshit.
My husband and I have been leasing for more than six years now, but the summer of our renters’ discontent has finally arrived: Cars in our apartment complex are continuously broken into; at least one or two elevators are constantly down; management never changes out anyone’s air filters, and the pool is repeatedly being closed, always with no explanation other than, quote, “maintenance” work.