A Little G in a Big D

I’m really, really hard on “Reporter’s Notebooks” … they’re about the only thing I treat worse than my pants, car, shoes, toothbrushes or … my wife. But hey, personification is really only ever applied to the latter.

Still, I felt badly when I pulled up to our condo parking lot and noticed something familiar — a notebook (with notes I needed today), laying in a puddle left from continued rainy conditions.

Good thing our oven works well …

That is, as well as the paper did … or, for that matter, the ink — some of which was devastatingly not permanent.

Better than nothing, I guess.

Sadly …