There Are Limits
In spite of loving his AWD Subaru, Josh had to admit, there were limits to where it could (or should) go . . .
Minimalist
The Landscape architect/Feng Shui guy had proudly presented his work as “Minimalist,” but his bill wasn’t . . .
Lacking Clarity
Chloe had come down to the beach to watch a sunset and to use that inspiration to think about her retirement plan. She realized her view of the future wasn’t any clearer than that day’s sunset.
Big City, Middle of Montana
As Mike saw the rising east side of East Park, he began to understand the lyrics of the Merle Haggard song, “Big City; Middle of Montana” . . .
There Goes the Neighborhood
Jack could only stand there and shake his head sadly; the new Forest Service signs said the area would be open to ATV’s in the summer and Snowmobiles in the winter. He hadn’t minded the loggers so much, they came, cut and then left, but this had a more permanent feel to it. All he could say was, “There goes the neighborhood.”
Pre-existing Conditions
After the recent floods, John tried to collect for damages from his flood insurance policy; they refused to pay, citing “wind driven rain” and pre-existing conditions.