Every once in a while I have a vaguely surreal experience that reminds me how much different my current home is from the one I occupied two years ago. And one happened today, as I was driving down Hanes Mall Boulevard, the local retail strip. Just north of Target, the entire busy six-lane thoroughfare came to a screeching halt, as all traffic in both directions waited for a goose (or a duck?) and her assorted offspring to cross the street.
This didn’t happen very often South of Market, even on Easter Sunday.