Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 12:59:09 -0400
From: Steve Smith
Subject: Where’s Frank Sinatra when you need him?
What with the horn honking, tire screeching and other automotive anarchy of Christian families speeding to and from their school; a roadhouse playing “music” ’til the unholy time of 10 p.m., just to infuriate the neighbors; and chatlist emails loudly pinging into people’s inboxes in the wee hours of the morning, Pittsboro seems destined to become our own city that never sleeps.
Steve