Sure, the courts suck. Cops often suck. There's no fighting city hall without gasoline. But - a gorgeous late summer day wins some of it back; especially when stopping for a fox in a crosswalk.

He wasn't wearing a cashmere vest, no monacle or pocketwatch was evident, he was on all four of his paws; but he sat there between the yellow lines patiently for me as I approached, watching me. I stopped and motioned for him to go, and with a small bow of his head, he did just that, trotting to the other side.

With a smile as I accelerated, I knew I'd beaten the officers in their cars and the judges in their courts, all frowning over the lack of a sublime day.

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