Enid News & Eagle
Holy pothole, Batman! What’s this nonsense about the east side of Enid’s streets being receptive of monetary crumbs from the Mammoth City Coffers? Pure balderdash!
Got brave and took an afternoon ride on the Trek (bicycle) last week. Streets were fantastic. East Broadway felt just like West Broadway. After repairing two flat tires and an emergency visit with my chiropractor, I’m good as new.
Finally tried out the new exercise tail — absolutely enthralled. Thought for a moment I was on a trail in the big city, where the procurement of water for sailboating is more important than peoples’ livelihoods.
Name evades me; maybe I’ll think of it later during another dry spell. As my grandpa used to tell me when I was just a sprout, take life as it is, not as it should be.
P.S.: Sprinkle more tornado sirens around town. We might actually hear one late at night.