Good deeds may be rewarded

This afternoon I forewent a walk in order to help out the offspring, who needed a part for his car but had to work past the hours of the VW shop. Ended up out on Aurora Avenue, a beautifully-named, ugly, miles-long strip of Route 99. Or "the 99." The repair/parts place was down an alley-sized street off the 99. As I drove along, trying to find a place to park, I saw what looked like a couple of little houses nestled in among the light industries. Walking back the three or four blocks from where I put the car, I got a closer look at these abodes; not much larger than the foyer on a Bellevue, WA super mansion, yet clearly someone lived in them. They weren't in bad shape, but what an environment. One of the last rental bargains around. There was a silver Jaguar parked in front of one of them.