There probably is some reason why this magnificent crown is sitting in the rear window of a car in Parking Lot 9, but I can't quite work out why, off hand. Nonetheless, I can scent, in the wind, gently, a whole series of car-rear-window pictures heading this way. Better, for now, than walking forty or fifty yards and encountering the muddy wasteland that's this year's Tent City. I always look forward to its radical promise, but this year the actual sun has yet to catch up with its ideological optimism.
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