I went for a run this afternoon. It ended at the park down the street. The one with the tennis courts and the basketball hoops. Three miles at a nine minute pace. Well, nine minutes and two seconds, to be exact. I always feel guilty rounding up. And by “up”, I mean, to the better number. In this case, it’s technically rounding down. I got a drink of water from the fountain. It’s a good working water fountain – nice pressure, strong stream, clean, cold water. You can tell a lot about a town by...