Stoved Up

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The midnight levitation was unexpected and you’d think more than merely endured.  Maybe it was the landing somewhere amid the city darkness to be feared.  Astride a lamppost?  Athwart freeway traffic?  No.  Calmly, silently upon a sidewalk and at once into Barnaby locked into reverse gear speeding along Santa Monica Boulevard.  Backward.  No brakes. By […]