by Leslee Kulba
Wild West blogger
If I didn’t feel so guilty about all the starving children around here, I would buy myself some electronics gadgets, and then I would have been able to snap a photo for you. While walking the boss’ dog yesterday, I chanced upon a huge chuckhole. It was about the size of a house. In the middle, it looked like some civilian had attempted his own landscaping of the traffic-calming device. A pine bough had been planted with a few dusty blue fake flowers. As I continued the walk, I observed the private-sector planting looked about as bad as the city’s.