I especially like those sports-baby-carriages. The ones with the three big bicycle-type wheels that get pushed seemingly effortlessly in front of the child's jogging mother. I think the smile on my face is almost involuntary.
An age-old question posed to writers: "Where do you get your ideas?"
Yesterday, driving to the bank, I saw one such woman, with one such baby carriage, jogging down the street in the opposite direction I was traveling. I smiled. As I came closer, I noticed the baby carriage was empty.
The answer to that age-old question: "Anywhere. Everywhere. Just pay attention, and ask yourself why."