They say that if there is a hit our for you, you’re sup­posed to avoid rou­tine, take dif­fer­ent routes to work, nev­er shop in the same place twice, move of­ten. I walk a dif­fer­ent route to work each day along the same street. Euclid has been un­der­go­ing in­fra­struc­ture surgery for quite some time. When morn­ing comes I won­der which side­walk will be closed, which home­less man will be dis­placed from his cor­ner and which store­front is go­ing to be a bit more tor­porous. Currently some pipes that were worked on less than a month ago are be­ing ex­ca­vat­ed from side­walk that was laid last week. This seems to be stan­dard pro­ce­dure. Whatever seems pris­tine must be hid­ing some­thing. This seems strange in a world where straight is the on­ly di­rec­tion it is pos­si­ble to trav­el. Later, my boss and I were al­most crushed by a se­mi that cruised through an old red light.