K.I.A.

During our drive to the baseball game yesterday I kept scanning the side of the road for a sign of my hubcap. I thought I spotted it so I made a mental note to stop on our way home. Sure enough, next to Plaza de Mexico, there lay my hubcap. Kevin got out, held it up like a prized catch and I shook my head at him. My trusty hubcap was killed in the line of duty as it rolled across Highway 183 and was struck at least once before coming to rest on the grassy shoulder. Rest in pieces.