View from the North 40: It's a hot pink invitation to disaster
Last updated 3/30/2022 at 11:19am
I cheated death one day this week. Not in a dramatic or heroic fashion, naturally, but in that way in which you do something sketchy that the Universe normally tries to capitalize on.
You walk out of the house wearing a pair of underwear of the likes your mother warned you about and you’re just asking to get into a car wreck. Or maybe that’s just me.
Not that the unders in question were dirty, or ratty, or otherwise unsavory or even illicit, it’s just that, OK, they were hot pink with, y’know, lace. Don’t judge me. It was an emergency purchase.
I was on a trip, about 15 years...