Driveways, who woulda thunk.

I never realized that a driveway was a thing to be taken for granted. The ability to walk to your brick encased mailbox in a robe and slippers. A dog big enough to scamper to the sidewalk, pick up your paper and gladly run it back through the swinging doggie door. In a driveway (on a driveway?) the only hazard seems to be the occasional Jehovah’s Witnes…