I often take off an outer layer of clothing while walking, but this time the zipper of my windbreaker got stuck. The end of one side came out of the bottom stop, and the slider would not go all the way down. I was too warm to keep wearing it, so right there on the steep hill, I shimmied out of it.
At the bottom of the hill, Nancy was on her porch with dog Bailey. They moved in this summer, and we speak to her whenever she’s outside smoking. She gave me permission to hang my windbreaker on her mailbox. That is a great alternative if I haven’t already shed a layer at Connie and Marla’s place.