My life fell apart, and I’ve never felt so good.
Well, not right away. But eventually, I felt good. Well . . . liberated.
A dang crosswalk, a red hand and a big city stopped me in my tracks. Or maybe, I should say brought me to my knees.
About 20 years ago, we moved near New York City, and life got hard. Not because I’m from a small town in Oklahoma. We have crosswalks there, too.