I’m not saying the Edina Perkins was jammed with families 
earlier this morning.
But put it this way: I walked up to two other, gray Honda minivan’s before finally finding my own, and successfully opening it.
Like ours, each of the other minivans was full of car seats, empty soda cans, and various detritus that will all have to be cleaned out sometime later this Winter.
Or maybe Spring . . .
