Dear Wigleaf,

Just medium level dread today. The alarm at work was going off, flashing the word "trouble," and the passcode is not 1-2-3-4, my only meaningful guess. Once, the whole town lost power because a squirrel did something inappropriate, and once I lived in a rented house so vulnerable that thieves would just walk in and out like dinner party guests. But on the spectrum of situations, this alarm is like a yellow. My best student slinks up and says, "I thought I broke the door." I was going to say a little about this town, but the alarm. Breweries and Chinese restaurants come to die here. It's unpleasant but possible that I might die here too. A resident caught the world's largest Crappie, which is great, but not like a swordfish or anything. We bob along. We got a pit bull to fit in. Outsiders see some charm, and a realtor told me you can't put a price on it. Fair enough, but try me.

Best,
Sean