CALL ME SNAKE

Last night I got an email from a Cambridge City official whom I’d written to about an issue that is near and dear to my heart: bike racks. He wrote back to check out the situation and see whether things had worked out satisfactorily. There was one thing odd about the note. It was written as if I had contacted him just the other day when I had, in fact, written to him 13 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days ago. The wheels of bureaucracy grind slowly, they say, but they do grind nevertheless. And you never know when your time is going to come.