The man trudged back to the apartment building, then walked out with a suit jacket draped over his forearm, which he hung from the coat hanger in the back seat of the car. He then climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. As the car heated up, he pulled the hat off his head and ran his fingers through his messy, strawberry blonde hair, then turned the radio to 91.5 on the FM dial.
“…the question of whether this new regulatory scheme is going to actually lead to the closing of more coal-fired power plants…”
Michael turned the radio down and started driving, slowly making it through the unpaved road and thinking through the safest way to 13th street in a hilly, unplowed neighborhood. After a few near slides, the corolla finally thudded onto the plowed thoroughfare and Michael tur
