DECEMBER 17, 2009
Black Bear. Enter Black Bear Crestfallen, I schlepped my sorry self from my minuscule apartment, across the Village Green toward the coffee shop. When I stepped onto the narrow parking strip between the Village Green and the coffee shop, I stopped in my tracks to avoid being leveled by a speeding, mud-caked, vintage Saab with a Grateful Dead dancing bears sticker on it. He was bleeding from several bullet wounds, and visibly in excruciating pain.