Finally, after weeks of planning, theorizing, and sending out scouting parties (some of whom never returned—a moment of silence, please), the time had come for our very first stumble-zone run, and on a recent sunny Thursday evening, we hit the street. Or in this case, the boulevard, as in SE Hawthorne. As you may recall from an earlier post, the point of a stumble-zone excursion lies in its progress. From sobe...