“you’ve got a nice ride there, dude.” the cool, bald, goatie-clad gentleman shouted across the median. we were both stopped in traffic along university near UCI — he was going the other way of course. i scanned his truck searching for a compiment to return, …

every now and then matt and i go to JITB for lunch. winding our way through UCI and the associated j-walking students on a recent trip to enjoy some ciabatta chicken, curly fries and mac-talk, one particular student looked up acknowledging the exhaust sound louder …