An urban land mine by any other name will smell as sweet.
- M. Jack
Even have one of those days? You're raking the leaves in the front yard, minding your own business and maybe wondering why your neighbor's leaves end up in your front yard instead of his, and why the lazy so-and-so doesn't get them raked up to the curb so the city leaf pick-up, funded by your tax money and staffed by union labor that's probably earning around $80 an hour - and your reverie is broken up by that old, familiar smell.
