No, it’s not that I hate parking on city streets ( I do). No, it’s not even that someone broke my side mirror. That happens. But what may cause me to leave the city is stuff like what’s not there under my windshield wiper.

Do you see it? No? Well, me neither. That’s right. Someone smashed my mirror (probably by accident) and left no note. This is another reason I hope to move out of the city. Maybe I am naive, but I want to believe towns exist where I’d get a call or note if someone smashed my mirror.