This past Saturday I joined my wife to exercise our dog-beast, hoping to beat the looming rain. As she drove through a downtown street on the way to the park, suddenly a number of Porsches appeared streetside within the space of less than a block. I leaped from the car with my ever-present camera and dashed along the sidewalks in all of seven or eight minutes as my spouse not-so-patiently waited near the light. Literally shot on the run. No owners/drivers were present to explain the congregation, but as two or three wine tasting rooms are present on that block, I suspect something Bacchanalian (and would have gladly offered my services as designated driver) …
