For me it was in San Diego on the tip of Tijuana, Mexico with a window looking out onto a company which stored trucks and rocks in their yard. A little man would come out, pick up rocks, back up (beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! beep! from 5:30 - 7:00 a.m. daily), dump rocks, start again daily. He must have been the owners autistic son. But we drove to Coronado Island and to La Jolla every day and all was well.
2007-01-10
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