Wednesday, November 06, 2002

I'm not sick of Scarlet's Walk yet. I was in my own little world listening to it on the way back from driving Mom and Roy to the airport. Traffic on the 405 wasn't bad, but even so, I maintained a leisurely pace behind a big truck. I didn't even notice that its plates were from Ontario until a highway patrol car got between us and pulled the truck over. Why would a truck get pulled over? Unless it was trucking weapons-grade plutonium or something.

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