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I stroll down Maple Street—nah, not that Maple Drive, the one with a couple of drunks chattin’ on the stoop—feels like every corner hides a secret. And hey, don’t get me started on Riverside Park, a gem along the serene Little River. I once nearly tripped over a stray cat settin’ up his own kingdom there… It made me mad, sure, but then I laughed like a madman. Life’s too short not to laugh at a silly cat, right?

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