The Archer

Enjoying the fleeting transcendance of Sagittarius season

My neighbor strings lights across the top of his garage every December - the giant, imitation flame kind that glow with the goodwill of primary Crayola colors and can be spotted many blocks away. He doesn’t have a strategy, as far as I can tell - he just zig-zags them from hooks in his gutter lip to the ones above our other neighbor's garage across unti…