'Making problems better' is an interesting conundrum.
I caught a ride downriver with the delivery run for my friend's publishing company. I climbed up into the cab of a Nissan Rogue (whatever that is) that had a fondle slab tethered to the dashboard, gestured toward all the screens and fancy plastic and asked "What do you think of this modern life?" and she said "I hate it."
So now the Superbeetle is back at the barn I always use as a photo backdrop, but I have visitation rights. It's parked right next to a vacant trailer and I'm campaigning for if I make it habitable I can hang out in it when the bright lights of the big city get to be too much.
Which may be soon, there is a utility survey mark where a new street light is supposed to go in 30ft from my front door. It will shine directly in.
