Some people call it the Interurban Trail. Every day I head to work down my little chunk of it — past the defunct aquarium retail outlet, two automotive shops done up predominately in maize and blue, a burrito place that runs its own party bus and a dentist’s office — until I end up in a converted beer bottle warehouse between a place that offers music lessons and one that offers wine and cheese, cheese, cheese.

I enjoy my commute.

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