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   LA memorial day
Monday, May 29 2006

setting: Woodland Hills, California

I took the borrowed Prelude for a drive around the neighborhood, if Woodland Hills can be called that, and I hadn't been driving more than five minutes before a cop noted that I wasn't wearing my seat belt. He busted a U-turn, pulled me over, and wrote me a ticket! He could have also given me more of hassle with the car's paperwork, not all of which I could find, but he evidently had his limits when it came to busting balls. Still, getting pulled over just for not wearing your seat belt never happens in the East.

In the afternoon Mike came over and Luc grilled up an enormous slab of salmon as a way of marking Memorial Day. None of us reflected for even the briefest moment on the meaning of the day.


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