THIS IS THE LIFE
May 16, 2018
3 minutes
thermometer reads two degrees, fortunately plus and equally fortunately in Celsius, and I am heading east on Interstate 8 in California. Contrary to the song, it does rain in southern California; I’m about as far south as you can get before encountering the foundations of Donald Trump’s wall, about 20 miles north of Mexico. I’m also at about 4000 feet in the Sierra, so the rain is not just cold, it’s icy. The ice warning on the
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