A couple of weeks ago I was at the hospital in Iowa City, doing some research on my dead ears. My ears are strictly ornamental now, only good for holding up my glasses. Hopefully, the research is beneficial to future generations. I’m amazed at how closely the hospital and the university have shoehorned buildings together. From the parking garage, I could easily throw a baseball through a window in the old field house.
Speaking of the parking garage, one of the banes of man’s existence, there was a large clot of backed up, increasingly impatient traffic. When I finally got to the source, I could see what we were dealing with.