I am seven dozen years old and believe I have earned the right and privilege to complain about trivial things. Here’s a list in no particular order:
1. If you live in a duplex, why not take turns mowing the front yard. Do you know how tacky a half-mowed lawn looks?
2. Would the Herald-Leader adjust its folding machine so that the Weekender is folded in the center? Or hire someone who can?
3. Yard sales. If you advertise from 8 until 2, don’t close at 1. Some people go to more than one sale and can’t get there until 1:30. If you advertise a neighborhood or a huge sale on Saturday and Sunday, be sure it’s open on Sunday.
So there, I’m not any younger but I feel a lot better.