First I was walking, thinking how everyone is thinking something at all times, even when they do not mean to. I did not see the small brown dog across the street. In fact, I cannot even verify it was there. Crossing the crosswalk was a casual affair, per usual. Someone looked out at me from the small backseat of a window. Okay
, I thought, shifting gears a little.
Ted Powers spells biography the same way as everybody else.