Like siblings, the two streets at the intersection underneath my window bicker, gripe and attempt to establish dominance. And, as my father used to say, "Roughhouse leads to tears."
I've never been in a roughhouse.
What IS a roughhouse?
That aside, here is the kabillionth car crash outside my window where these deadly streets meet, from yesterday about 6:30 PM:
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