I don’t love confrontation.

But when I saw that pothole — deep, jagged, disruptive — I felt called to serve. Roads deserve smoothness. Drivers deserve peace.

It was loud. There was asphalt. There were reflective vests.

I teared up halfway through. Not from the fumes. From purpose.

I may be anxious. I may be structurally sensitive.

But I believe in filling holes.

Talk soon,
Property Tax