CALL ME SNAKE

I talked to the principal of my daughters’ school in Cambridge, and when we talk it’s usually about bike racks. The subject was a bike that’s been abandoned and left there all winter and is now taking up valuable real estate. I told him who the likely suspect is and the name of another possible owner–both boys in the 8th grade. The next step is to find the owner, clip the lock, and remove said bike from said rack. It may not sound glamorous, but that’s a typical day in the life of our school’s self-appointed bike czar.