Meg, the baby and I are walking toward Target when a shark-like Cadillac with a stumpy, cigar-chomping driver cruises by for the second time, seeking out a parking space with his window down and his arm hanging out.

Us: "Hey. How's it going?"

Cadillac Man as he rolls slowly by: "Well, it'd be a whole lot bettah when I hit dat lottery, schweet'art."


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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >