Deja U-

This morning felt uncannily like Sept. 1 all over again. There we were, parked in front of our apartment complex garage with a U-Haul truck, chatting up a forgetful octogenarian. The only difference? We were loading the truck instead of unloading it. Oh, and it was about 60 degrees colder. There's that David Byrne song … Continue reading Deja U-