#840: Signs of Life at Columbia Road Flower Market
I’ve never been to South America, but you could say that my writing career started in the Amazon. I can’t remember the specific assignment from my fifth grade teacher now, but apparently my beguiling tales of canoeing down that mighty, piranha-filled river (that I’ve never visited) looking for a cure to malaria were indication that I was destined for a future in journalism, or at least a lifetime of staring at empty …