Just when the lawnmowers and leaf blowers shut down for the day, the evening shift takes over. Somebody's children in a neighborhood near here got a go-kart and now they're bent on making the Abbey Point cul-de-sac their summer dirt track. It's all very cute, of course, until you remember how irritating it is, and the tragedy and heartbreak you would be hung with for the rest of your life if you should crash into it while driving home.
The go-kart makes regular appearances, speeding through the neighborhood streets, and if no one says anything it will doubtless become a permanent nuisance.
So now what?
