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Mashed Potatoes

The cost and impli­ca­tions of chang­ing the viaduct to an over­pass was stud­ied, com­mit­teed, inves­ti­gated, briefed, rebud­geted, open-housed and town-halled ad infini­tum, with no deci­sive con­clu­sion ever drawn. So, like any good idea over-thought, noth­ing was done or changed; the dip remained a legacy to bureau­cratic inde­ci­sive­ness that cost Uta­hans in every storm ever since. Ulti­mately, we– the men and women look­ing at the acci­dent from the embank­ment on the side– made the deci­sion not to fix the flooded viaduct in front of us. We would not fund the fix, nor force the name­less, face­less, spine­less pen push­ers to be respon­si­ble and do the right thing. Con­tinue read­ing

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Can’t Quite Go Home Again

I have no real drive to smoke this cig­a­rette at all, but I smoke it any­way. It tastes good, and I can feel the power of the nico­tine cours­ing through my veins. I like it, it feels great, it feels like old times. I am scared because I like it so much. Bon­nie comes over to me and offers me a cig­a­rette. I decide to grab one for later… in fact, I grab two. Bon­nie is sur­prised. Con­tinue read­ing

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Light ‘em Up

There was an exte­rior shot of the Bat­mo­bile com­ing around a cor­ner and stop­ping– that was hot over there on the back lot. And then Bruce Wayne’s office was shot on the stage. We looked at the set on the video. It was a dark set, with a messy desk and a lot of hand-written sticky notes all over. Con­tinue read­ing

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Planes, Naan and 58 Chevys

Topanga Air­port has it’s field and all the gates to be all open air. The cli­mate is nice enough here; this is South­ern Cal­i­for­nia, after all. Lisa and I are game for adven­ture, so we decide to try the new air­port out and see how it runs. We walk up to the tick­et­ing agent for South­west and ask to pur­chase tick­ets to Las Vegas… Con­tinue read­ing

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The Dreams That Almost Weren’t

They decided they wanted to go to lunch. Since it was Thurs­day, they wanted Taco Bell. So off they went. Con­tinue read­ing

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